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Ozma of Oz 

Dorothy and the Wizard in Qz nJ 
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Rinkitink in Oz 
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OF OZ 


BY 


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AUTHOR OF 

The Road to Oz, Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz, The 
Emerald City of Oz, The Land of Oz, Ozma of Oz, 
The Patchwork Girl of Oz, Tik-Tok of 
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Rinkitink in Oz 



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TO MY READERS 

Some of my youthful readers are developing won¬ 
derful imaginations. This pleases me. Imagination 
has brought mankind through the Dark Ages 
to its present state of civilization. Imagination 
led Columbus to discover America. Imagination led 
Franklin to discover electricity. Imagination has 
given us the steam engine, the telephone, the talking- 
machine and the automobile, for these things had to 
be dreamed of before they became realities. So I 
believe that dreams — day dreams, you know, with 
your eyes wide open and your brain-machinery 
whizzing — are likely to lead to the betterment of the 
world. The imaginative child will become the imagi¬ 
native man or woman most apt to create, to invent, 
and therefore to foster civilization. A prominent 
educator tells me that fairy tales are of untold value 
in developing imagination in the young. I believe it. 

Among the letters I receive from children are many 




containing suggestions of “ what to write about in 
the next Oz Book.” Some of the ideas advanced are 
mighty interesting, while others are too extravagant 
to be seriously considered — even in a fairy tale. Yet 
I like them all, and I must admit that the main idea 
in “ The Lost Princess of Oz ” was suggested to me by 
a sweet little girl of eleven who called to see me and 
to talk about the Land of Oz. Said she: “I s’pose 
if Ozma ever got lost, or stolen, everybody in Oz would 
be dreadful sorry.” 

That was all, but quite enough foundation to build 
this present story on. If you happen to like the story, 
give credit to my little friend’s clever hint. And, by 
the way, don’t hesitate to write me your own hints 
and suggestions, such as result from your own day 
dreams. They will be sure to interest me, even if I 
cannot use them in a story, and the very fact that 
you have dreamed at all will give me pleasure and 
do you good. For, after all, dear reader, these stories 
of Oz are just yours and mine, and we are partners. 
As long as you care to read them I shall try to write 
them, and I’ve an idea that the next one will relate 
some startling adventures of the “ Tin Woodman of 
Oz ” and his comrades. 

L. Frank Baum, 
Royal Historian of Oz. 

“ OZCOT ” 
at HOLLYWOOD 
in CALIFORNIA 
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1 A Terrible Loss . . . 

2 The Troubles of Glinda 

3 The 
Cook 

4 Among the Winkies .... 

5 Ozma’s Friends are Perplexed 

6 The Search Party. 

7 The Merry-Go-Round Mountains 

8 The Mysterious City 

9 The High Coco-Lorum of Thi 

10 Toto Loses Something .... 

11 Button-Bright Loses Himself . 

12 The Czarover of Herku 

13 The Truth Pond . 

14 The Unhappy Ferryman 

15 The Big Lavender Bear 

16 The Little Pink Bear 

17 The Meeting . 

18 The Conference 

19 Ugu the Shoemaker . 

20 Surprises. 

21 Magic Against Magic 

22 In the Wicker Castle 

23 The Defiance of Ugu the 

24 The Little Pink Bear Speaks Truly 

25 Ozma of Os . . . 

26 Dorothy Forgives 


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A Terrible Loss 



the Fairyland of Oz, was lost. She had completely 
disappeared. Not one of her subjects — not even her 
closest friends — knew what had become of her. 


It was Dorothy who first discovered it. Dorothy 
was a little Kansas girl who had come to the Land of 
Oz to live and had been given a delightful suite of 
rooms in Ozma’s royal palace, just because Ozma loved 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


Dorothy and wanted her to live as near her as possible, 
so the two girls might be much together. 

Dorothy was not the only girl from the outside 
world who had been welcomed to Oz and lived in the 
royal palace. There was another named Betsy 
Bobbin, whose adventures had led her to seek refuge 
with Ozma, and still another named Trot, who had 
been invited, together with her faithful companion, 
Cap’n Bill, to make her home in this wonderful fairy¬ 
land. The three girls all had rooms in the palace 
and were great chums; but Dorothy was the dearest 
friend of their gracious Ruler and only she at any 
hour dared to seek Ozma in her royal apartments. 
For Dorothy had lived in Oz much longer than the 
other girls and had been made a Princess of the 
realm. 

Betsy was a year older than Dorothy and Trot 
was a year younger, yet the three were near enough 
of an age to become great playmates and to have nice 
times together. It was while the three were talking 
together one morning in Dorothy’s room that Betsy 
proposed they make a journey into the Munchkin 
Country, which was one of the four great countries 
of the Land of Oz ruled by Ozma. 

“I’ve never been there yet,” said Betsy Bobbin, 
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“but the Scarecrow once told me it is the prettiest 
country in all Oz.” 

“I’d like to go, too,” added Trot. 

“All right,” said Dorothy, “I’ll go and ask Ozma. 
Perhaps she will let us take the Sawhorse and the 
Red Wagon, which would be much nicer for us than 
having to walk all the way. This Land of Oz is a 
pretty big place, when you get to all the edges of it.” 

So she jumped up and went along the halls of 
the splendid palace until she came to the royal suite, 
which filled all the front of the second floor. In a 
little waiting room sat Ozma’s maid, Jellia Jamb, who 
was busily sewing. 

“Is Ozma up yet?” inquired Dorothy. 

“ I don’t know, my dear,” replied Jellia. “ I haven’t 
heard a word from her this morning. She hasn’t 
even called for her bath or her breakfast, and it is 
far past her usual time for them.” 

“That’s strange!” exclaimed the little girl. 

“Yes,” agreed the maid; “but of course no harm 
could have happened to her. No one can die or be 
killed in the Land of Oz and Ozma is herself a power¬ 
ful fairy, and she has no enemies, so far as we know. 
Therefore I am not at all worried about her, though 
I must admit her silence is unusual.” 

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Chapter One 


“Perhaps,” said Dorothy, thoughtfully, “she has 
overslept. Or she may be reading, or working out 
some new sort of magic to do good to her people.” 

“Any of these things may be true,” replied Jellia 
Jamb, “ so I haven’t dared disturb our royal mistress. 
You, however, are a privileged character, Princess, 
and I am sure that Ozma wouldn’t mind at all if you 
went in to see her.” 

“ Of course not,” said Dorothy, and opening the 
door of the outer chamber she went in. All was 
still here. She walked into another room, which was 
Ozma’s boudoir, and then, pushing back a heavy 
drapery richly broidered with threads of pure gold, 
the girl entered the sleeping-room of the fairy Ruler 
of Oz. The bed of ivory and gold was vacant; the 
room was vacant; not a trace of Ozma was to be found. 

Very much surprised, yet still with no fear that 
anything had happened to her friend, Dorothy 
returned through the boudoir to the other rooms of 
the suite. She went into the music roqm, the library, 
the laboratory, the bath, the wardrobe and even into 
the great throne room, which adjoined the royal suite, 
but in none of these places could she find Ozma. 

So she returned to the anteroom where she had 
left the maid, Jellia Jamb, and said: 

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The Lost Princess of Oz 


“ She isn’t in her rooms now, so she must have 
gone out.” 

“ I don’t understand how she could do that without 
my seeing her,” replied Jellia, “ unless she made her¬ 
self invisible.” 

“ She isn’t there, anyhow,” declared Dorothy. 

“ Then let us go find her,” suggested the maid, who 
appeared to be a little uneasy. 

So they went into the corridors and there Dorothy 
almost stumbled over a queer girl who was dancing 
lightly along the passage. 

“Stop a minute, Scraps!” she called. “Have you 
seen Ozma this morning?” 

“Not I!” replied the queer girl, dancing nearer. 
“I lost both my eyes in a tussle with the Woozy, 
last night, for the creature scraped ’em both off my 
face with his square paws. So I put the eyes in my 
pocket and this morning Button-Bright led me to 
Aunt Em, who sewed ’em on again. So I’ve seen 
nothing at all to-day, except during the last five 
minutes. So of course I haven’t seen Ozma.” 

“Very well, Scraps,” said Dorothy, looking curi¬ 
ously at the eyes, which were merely two round 
black buttons sewed upon the girl’s face. 

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have seemed curious to one seeing her for the first 
time. She was commonly called “The Patchwork 
Girl,” because her body and limbs were made from 
a gay-colored patchwork quilt which had been cut 
into shape and stuffed with cotton. Her head was 
a round ball stuffed in the same manner and fastened 
to her shoulders. For hair she had a mass of brown 
yarn and to make a nose for her a part of the cloth 
had been pulled out into the shape of a knob and 
tied with a string to hold it in place. Her mouth had 
been carefully made by cutting a slit in the proper 
place and lining it with red silk, adding two rows 
of pearls for teeth and a bit of red flannel for a 
tongue. 

In spite of this queer make-up, the Patchwork Girl 
was magically alive and had proved herself not the 
least jolly and agreeable of the many quaint charac¬ 
ters who inhabit the astonishing Fairyland of Oz. 
Indeed, Scraps was a general favorite, although she 
was rather flighty and erratic and did and said many 
things that surprised her friends. She was seldom 
still, but loved to dance, to turn handsprings and 
somersaults, to climb trees and to indulge in many 
other active sports. 

“ I’m going to search for Ozma,” remarked Dorothy, 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


“for she isn’t in her rooms and I want to ask her 
a question.” 

“ I’ll go with you,” said Scraps, “ for my eyes are 
brighter than yours and they can see farther.” 

“ I’m not sure of that,” returned Dorothy. “ But 
come along, if you like.” 

Together they searched all through the great palace 
and even to the farthest limits of the palace grounds, 
which were quite extensive, but nowhere could they 
find a trace of Ozma. When Dorothy returned to 
where Betsy and Trot awaited her, the little girl’s 
face was rather solemn and troubled, for never before 
had Ozma gone away without telling her friends 
where she was going, or without an escort that befitted 
her royal state. 

She was gone, however, and none had seen her go. 
Dorothy had met and questioned the Scarecrow, Tik- 
Tok, the Shaggy Man, Button-Bright, Cap’n Bill, and 
even the wise and powerful Wizard of Oz, but not 
one of them had seen Ozma since she parted with 
her friends the evening before and had gone to her 
own rooms. 

“ She didn’t say anything las’ night about going 
anywhere,” observed little Trot. 

“No, and that’s the strange part of it,” replied 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


Dorothy. “ Usually Ozma lets us know of everything 
she does.” 

“Why not look in the Magic Picture?” suggested 
Betsy Bobbin. “ That will tell us where she is, in 
just one second.” 

“ Of course! ” cried Dorothy. “ Why didn’t I think 
of that before?” and at once the three girls hurried 
away to Ozma’s boudoir, where the Magic Picture 
always hung. 

This wonderful Magic Picture was one of the royal 
Ozma’s greatest treasures. There was a large gold 
frame, in the center of which was a bluish-gray canvas 
on which various scenes constantly appeared and 
disappeared. If one who stood before it wished to 
see what any person — anywhere in the world — was 
doing, it was only necessary to make the wish and 
the seene in the Magic Picture would shift to the 
scene where that person was and show exactly what 
he or she was then engaged in doing. So the girls 
knew it would be easy for them to wish to see Ozma, 
and from the picture they could quickly learn where 
she was. 

Dorothy advanced to the place where the picture 
was usually protected by thick satin curtains, and 
pulled the draperies aside. Then she stared in amaze- 
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Chapter One 


ment, while her two friends uttered exclamations of 
disappointment. 

The Magic Picture was gone. Only a blank space 
on the wall behind the curtains showed where it had 
formerly hung. 



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The Troubles of Glinda the Good 



erful Sorceress of Oz, Glinda the Good. This castle, 
situated in the Quadling Country, far south of the 
Emerald City where Ozma ruled, was a splendid 
structure of exquisite marbles and silver grilles. 
Here the Sorceress lived, surrounded by a bevy oi 
the most beautiful maidens of Oz, gathered from al] 
the four countries of that fairyland as well as from 
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Chapter Two 

the magnificent Emerald City itself, which stood in 
the place where the four countries cornered. 

It was considered a great honor to be allowed to 
serve the good Sorceress, whose arts of magic were 
used only to benefit the Oz people. Glinda was Ozma’s 
most valued servant, for her knowledge of sorcery was 
wonderful and she could accomplish almost anything 
that her mistress, the lovely girl Ruler of Oz, wished 
her to. 

Of all the magical things which surrounded Glinda 
in her castle there was none more marvelous than her 
Great Book of Records. On the pages of this Record 
Book were constantly being inscribed — day by day 
and hour by hour — all the important events that 
happened anywhere in the known world, and they 
were inscribed in the book at exactly the moment 
the events happened. Every adventure in the Land 
of Oz and in the big outside world, and even in 
places that you and I have never heard of, were 
recorded accurately in the Great Book, which neve* 
made a mistake and stated only the exact truth. For 
that reason nothing could be concealed from Glinda 
the Good, who had only to look at the pages of the 
Great Book of Records to know everything that hac 
taken place. That was one reason she was such a 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


great Sorceress, for the records made her wiser than 
any other living person. 

This wonderful book was placed upon a big gold 
table that stood in the middle of Glinda’s drawing¬ 
room. The legs of the table, which were incrusted 
with precious gems, were firmly fastened to the tiled 
floor and the book itself was chained to the table 
and locked with six stout golden padlocks, the keys 
to which Glinda carried on a chain that was secured 
around her own neck. 

The pages of the Great Book were larger in size 
than those of an American newspaper and although 
they were exceedingly thin there were so many of 
them that they made an enormous, bulky volume. 
With its gold cover and gold clasps the book was 
so heavy that three men could scarcely have lifted 
it. Yet this morning, when Glinda entered her ; 
drawing-room after breakfast, with all her maidens i 
trailing after her, the good Sorceress was amazed to i 
discover that her Great Book of Records, had mys¬ 
teriously disappeared. 

Advancing to the table, she found the chains had 
been cut with some sharp instrument, and this must j 
have been done while all in the castle slept. Glinda ! 
was shocked and grieved. Who could have done this j 
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wicked, bold thing? And who could wish to deprive 
her of her Great Book of Records? 

The Sorceress was thoughtful for a time, consid¬ 
ering the consequences of her loss. Then she went 
to her Room of Magic to prepare a charm that would 
tell her who had stolen the Record Book. But, w T hen 
she unlocked her cupboards and threw open the doors, 
all of her magical instruments and rare chemical 
compounds had been removed from the shelves. 

The Sorceress was now both angry and alarmed. 
She sat down in a chair and tried to think how this 
extraordinary robbery could have taken place. It was 
evident that the thief was some person of very great 
power, or the theft could never have been accom¬ 
plished without her knowledge. But who, in all the 
Land of Oz, was powerful and skillful enough to do 
this awful thing? And who, having the power, could 
also have an object in defying the wisest and most 
talented Sorceress the world has ever known? 

Glinda thought over the perplexing matter for a 
full hour, at the end of which time she was still 
puzzled how to explain it. But although her instru¬ 
ments and chemicals were gone her knowledge of 
magic had not been stolen, by any means, since no 
thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 

and that is why knowledge is the best and safest 
treasure to acquire. Glinda believed that when she 
had time to gather more magical herbs and elixirs 
and to manufacture more magical instruments she 
would be able to discover who the robber was, and 
what had become of her precious Book of Records. 

“ Whoever has done this,” she said to her maidens, 
“is a very foolish person, for in time he is sure to 
be found out and will then be severely punished.” 

She now made a list of the things she needed and 
dispatched messengers to every part of Oz with 
instructions to obtain them and bring them to her 
as soon as possible. And one of her messengers met 
the little Wizard of Oz, who was mounted on the back 
of the famous live Sawhorse and was clinging to its ( 
neck with both his arms; for the Sawhorse was speed¬ 
ing to Glinda’s castle with the velocity of the wind, 
bearing the news that Royal Ozma, Ruler of all the 
great Land of Oz, had suddenly disappeared and no 
one in the Emerald City knew what had become of her. 

“Also,” said the Wizard, as he stood before the 
astonished Sorceress, “ Ozma’s Magic Picture is gone, 
so we cannot consult it to discover where she is. So 
I came to you for assistance as soon as we realized 
our loss. Let us look in the Great Book of Records.” 



Chapter Two 


“Alas,” returned the Sorceress sorrowfully, “we 
cannot do that, for the Great Book of Records has 
also disappeared!” 




Robbery of Cayke the Cookie Cook 



Emerald City or the castle of Glinda the Good that 
none of those persons we have mentioned learned 
of the robbery until long afterward. 

In the far southwestern corner of the Winkie 
Country is a broad tableland that can be reached 
only by climbing a steep hill, whichever side one 
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approaches it. On the hillside surrounding this table¬ 
land are no paths at all, but there are quantities 
of bramble-bushes with sharp prickers on them, which 
prevent any of the Oz people who live down below 
from climbing up to see what is on top. But on top 
live the Yips, and although the space they occupy 
is not great in extent the wee country is all their 
own. The Yips had never — up to the time this story 
begins — left their broad tableland to go down into 
the Land of Oz, nor had the Oz people ever climbed 
up to the country of the Yips. 

Living all alone as they did, the Yips had queer 
ways and notions of their own and did not resemble 
any other people of the Land of Oz. Their houses 
were scattered all over the flat surface; not like a 
city, grouped together, but set wherever their owners’ 
fancy dictated, with fields here, trees there, and odd 
little paths connecting the houses one with another. 

It was here, on the morning when Ozma so strangely 
disappeared from the Emerald City, that Cayke the 
Cookie Cook discovered that her diamond-studded 
gold dishpan haSi been stolen, and she raised such 
a hue-and-cry over her loss and wailed and shrieked 
so loudly that many of the Yips gathered around her 
house to inquire what was the matter. 

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It was a serious thing, in any part of the Land of 
Oz, to accuse one of stealing, so when the Yips heard 
Cayke the Cookie Cook declare that her jeweled dish- 
pan had been stolen they were both humiliated and 
disturbed and forced Cayke to go with them to the 
Frogman to see what could be done about it. 

I do not suppose you have ever before heard of the 
Frogman, for like all other dwellers on that tableland 
he had never been away from it, nor had anyone 
come up there to see him. The Frogman was, in 
truth, descended from the common frogs of Oz, and 
when he was first born he lived in a pool in the 
Winkie Country and was much like any other frog. 
Being of an adventurous nature, however, he soon 
hopped out of his pool and began to travel, when 
a big bird came along and seized him in its beak and 
started to fly away with him to its nest. When high 
in the air the frog wriggled so frantically that he 
got loose and fell down — down — down into a small 
hidden pool on the tableland of the Yips. Now this 
pool, it seems, was unknown to the Yips because it 
was surrounded by thick bushes and was not near 
to any dwelling, and it proved to be an enchanted 
pool, for the frog grew very fast and very big, feeding 
on the magic skosh which is found nowhere else on 
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earth except in that one pool. And the skosh not 
only made the frog very big, so that when he stood 
on his hind legs he was tall as any Yip in the country, 
but it made him unusually intelligent, so that he soon 
knew more than the Yips did and was able to reason 
and to argue very well indeed. 

No one could expect a frog with these talents to 
remain in a hidden pool, so he finally got out of it 
and mingled with the people of the tableland, who 
were amazed at his appearance and greatly impressed 
by his learning. They had never seen a frog before 
and the frog had never seen a Yip before, but as 
there were plenty of Yips and only one frog, the 
frog became the most important. He did not hop 
any more, but stood upright on his hind legs and 
dressed himself in fine clothes and sat in chairs and 
did all the things that people do; so he soon came 
to be called the Frogman, and that is the only name 
he has ever had. 

After some years had passed the people came to 
regard the Frogman as their adviser in all matters 
that puzzled them. They brought all their difficulties 
to him and when he did not know anything he pre¬ 
tended to know it, which seemed to answer just as 
well. Indeed, the Yips thought the Frogman was 
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much wiser than he really was, and he allowed them 
to think so, being very proud of his position of 
authority. 

There was another pool on the tableland, which 
was not enchanted but contained good clear water 
and was located close to the dwellings. Here the 
people built the Frogman a house of his own, close 
to the edge of the pool, so that he could take a bath 
or a ;»wim whenever he wished. He usually swam in 
the pool in the early morning, before anyone else was 
up, and during the day he dressed himself in his 
beautiful clothes and sat in his house and received 
the visits of all the Yips who came to him to ask 
his advice. 

The Frogman’s usual costume consisted of knee- 
breeches made of yellow satin plush, with trimmings 
of gold braid and jeweled knee-buckles; a white satin 
vest with silver buttons in which were set solitaire 
rubies; a swallow-tailed coat of bright yellow; green 
stockings and red leather shoes turned up at the toes 
and having diamond buckles. He wore, when he 
walked out, a purple silk hat and carried a gold¬ 
headed cane. Over his eyes he wore great spectacles 
with gold rims, not because his eyes were bad but 
because the spectacles made him look wise, and so 
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distinguished and gorgeous was his appearance that 
all the Yips were very proud of him. 

There was no King or Queen in the Yip Country, 
so the simple inhabitants naturally came to look upon 
the Frogman as their leader as well as their counselor 
in all times of emergency. In his heart the big frog 
knew he was no wiser than the Yips, but for a frog 
to know as much as a person was quite remarkable, 
and the Frogman was shrewd enough to make the 
people believe he was far more wise than he really 
was. They never suspected he was a humbug, but 
listened to his words with great respect and did just 
what he advised them to do. 

Now, when Cayke the Cookie Cook raised such an 
outcry over the theft of her diamond-studded dishpan, 
the first thought of the people was to take her to 
the Frogman and inform him of the loss, thinking 
that of course he could tell her where to find it. 

He listened to the story with his big eyes wide open 
behind his spectacles, and said in his deep, croaking 
voice: 

“If the dishpan is stolen, somebody must have 
taken it.” 

“But who?” asked Cayke, anxiously. “Who is 
the thief?” 


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“ The one who took the dishpan, of course,” replied 
the Frogman, and hearing this all the Yips nodded 
their heads gravely and said to one another: 

“It is absolutely true!” 

“ But I want my dishpan! ” cried Cayke. 

“ No one can blame you for that wish,” remarked 
the Frogman. 

“ Then tell me where I may find it,” she urged. 

The look the Frogman gave her was a very wise 
look and he rose from his chair and strutted up and 
down the room with his hands under his coat-tails, 
in a very pompous and imposing manner. This was 
the first time so difficult a matter had been brought 
to him and he wanted time to think. It would never 
do to let them suspect his ignorance and so he thought 
very, very hard how best to answer the woman with¬ 
out betraying himself. 

“I beg to inform you,” said he, “that nothing in 
the Yip Country has ever been stolen before.” 

“We know that, already,” answered Cayke the 
Cookie Cook, impatiently. 

“Therefore,” continued the Frogman, “this theft 
becomes a very important matter.” 

“Well, where is my dishpan?” demanded the 
woman. 


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“ It is lost; but it must be found. Unfortunately, 
we have no policemen or detectives to unravel the 
mystery, so we must employ other means to regain 
the lost article. Cayke must first, write a Proclama¬ 
tion and tack it to the door of her house, and the 
Proclamation must read that whoever stole the jew¬ 
eled dishpan must return it at once.” 

“ But suppose no one returns it,” suggested Cayke. 

“Then,” said the Frogman, “that very fact will 
be proof that no one has stolen it.” 

Cayke was not satisfied, but the other Yips seemed 
to approve the plan highly. They all advised her 
to do as the Frogman had told her to, so she posted 
the sign on her door and waited patiently for someone 
to return the dishpan — which no one ever did. 

Again she went, accompanied by a group of her 
neighbors, to the Frogman, who by this time had 
given the matter considerable thought. Said he to 
Cayke: 

“ I am now convinced that no Yip has taken your 
dishpan, and, since it is gone from the Yip Country, 
I suspect that some stranger came from the world 
down below us, in the darkness of night when all of 
us were asleep, and took away your treasure. There 
can be no other explanation of its disappearance. So, 
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if you wish to recover that golden, diamond-studded 
dishpan, you must go into the lower world after it.” 

This was indeed a startling proposition. Cayke and 
her friends went to the edge of the flat tableland 
and looked down the steep hillside to the plains below. 
It was so far to the bottom of the hill that nothing 
there could be seen very distinctly and it seemed to 
the Yips very venturesome, if not dangerous, to go 
so far from home into an unknown land. 

However, Cayke wanted her dishpan very badly, 
so she turned to her friends and asked: 

“Who will go with me?” 

No one answered this question, but after a period 
of silence one of the Yips said: 

“We know what is here, on the top of this flat 
hill, and it seems to us a very pleasant place; but 
what is down below we do not know. The chances 
are it is not so pleasant, so we had best stay where 
we are.” 

“ It may be a far better country than this is,” 
suggested the Cookie Cook. 

“ Maybe, maybe,” responded another Yip, “ but why 
take chances? Contentment with one’s lot is true 
wisdom. Perhaps, in some other country, there are 
better cookies than you cook; but as we have always 
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eaten your cookies, and liked them — except when 
they are burned on the bottom — we do not long for 
any better ones.” 

Cayke might have agreed to this argument had 
she not been so anxious to find her precious dishpan, 
but now she exclaimed impatiently: 

“You are cowards — all of you! If none of you 
are willing to explore with me the great world beyond 
this small hill, I will surely go alone.” 

“ That is a wise resolve,” declared the Yips, much 
relieved. “ It is your dishpan that is lost, not ours; 
and, if you are willing to risk your life and liberty 
to regain it, no one can deny you the privilege.” 

While they were thus conversing the Frogman 
joined them and looked down at the plain with his 
big eyes and seemed unusually thoughtful. In fact, 
the Frogman was thinking that he’d like to see more 
of the world. Here in the Yip Country he had become 
the most important creature of them all and his 
importance was getting to be a little tame. It would 
be nice to have other people defer to him and ask 
his advice and there seemed no reason, so far as he 
could see, why his fame should not spread throughout 
all Oz. 

He knew nothing of the rest of the world, but it 
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was reasonable to believe that there were more people 
beyond the mountain where he now lived than there 
were Yips, and if he went among them he could sur¬ 
prise them with his display of wisdom and make 
them bow down to him as the Yips did. In other 
words, the Frogman was ambitious to become still 
greater than he was, which was impossible if he 
always remained upon this mountain. He wanted 
others to see his gorgeous clothes and listen to his 
solemn sayings, and here was an excuse for him to 
get away from the Yip Country. So he said to Cayke 
the Cookie Cook: 

“I will go with you, my good woman,” which 
greatly pleased Cayke because she felt the Frogman 
could be of much assistance to her in her search. 

But now, since the mighty Frogman had decided 
to undertake the journey, several of the Yips who 
were young and daring at once made up their minds 
to go along; so the next morning after breakfast the 
Frogman and Cayke the Cookie Cook and nine of the 
Yips started to slide down the side of the mountain. 
The bramble bushes and cactus plants were very 
prickly and uncomfortable to the touch, so the 
Frogman commanded the Yips to go first and break 
a path, so that when he followed them he would 



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not tear his splendid clothes. Cayke, too, was wearing 
her best dress, and was likewise afraid of the thorns 
and prickers, so she kept behind the Frogman. 

They made rather slow progress and night overtook 
them before they were halfway down the mountain 
side, so they found a cave in which they sought shelter 
until morning. Cayke had brought along a basket 
full of her famous cookies, so they all had plenty 
to eat. 

On the second day the Yips began to wish they had 
not embarked on this adventure. They grumbled a 
good deal at having to cut away the thorns to make the 
path for the Frogman and the Cookie Cook, for their 
own clothing suffered many tears, while Cayke and 
the Frogman traveled safely and in comfort. 

“If it is true that anyone came to our country to 
steal your diamond dishpan,” said one of the Yips to 
Cayke, “ it must have been a bird, for no person in the 
form of a man, woman or child could have climbed 
through these bushes and back again.” 

“ And, allowing he could have done so,” said another 
Yip, “the diamond-studded gold dishpan would not 
have repaid h im for his troubles and his tribulations.” 

“For my part,” remarked a third Yip, “I would 
rather go back home and dig and polish some more 
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diamonds, and mine some more gold, and make you 
another dishpan, than be scratched from head to heel 
by these dreadful bushes. Even now, if my mother 
saw me, she would not know I am her son.” 

Cayke paid no heed to these mutterings, nor did the 
Frogman. Although their journey was slow it was 
being made easy for them by the Yips, so they had 
nothing to complain of and no desire to turn back. 

Quite near to the bottom of the great hill they came 
upon a deep gulf, the sides of which were as smooth 
as glass. The gulf extended a long distance — as far 
as they could see, in either direction — and although 
it was not very wide it was far too wide for the Yips 
to leap across it. And, should they fall into it, it was 
likely they might never get out again. 

“ Here our journey ends,” said the Yips. “ We must 
go back again.” 

Cayke the Cookie Cook began to weep. 

“ I shall never find my pretty dishpan again — and 
my heart will be broken! ” she sobbed. 

The Frogman went to the edge of the gulf and with 
his eye carefully measured the distance to the other 
side. 

“ Being a frog,” said he, “ I can leap, as all frogs do; 
and, beipg so big and strong, I am sure I can leap 
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across this gulf with ease. But the rest of you, not 
being frogs, must return the way you came.” 

“We will do that with pleasure,” cried the Yips and 
at once they turned and began to climb up the steep 
mountain, feeling they had had quite enough of this 
unsatisfactory adventure. Cayke the Cookie Cook 
did not go with them, however. She sat on a rock 
and wept and wailed and was very miserable. 

“ Well,” said the Frogman to her, “ I will now bid 
you good-bye. If I find your diamond decorated gold 
dishpan I will promise to see that it is safely returned 
to you.” 

“But I prefer to find it myself!” she said. “See 
here, Frogman, why can’t you carry me across the gulf 
when you leap it? You are big and strong, while I am 
small and thin.” 

The Frogman gravely thought over this suggestion. 
It was a fact that Cayke the Cookie Cook was not a 
heavy person. Perhaps he could leap the gulf with 
her on his back. 

“ If you are willing to risk a fall,” said he, “ I will 
make the attempt.” 

At once she sprang up and grabbed him around his 
neck with both her arms. That is, she grabbed him 
where his neck ought to be, for the Frogman had no 
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neck at all. Then he squatted down, as frogs do when 
they leap, and with his powerful rear legs he made a 
tremendous jump. 

Over the gulf he sailed, with the Cookie Cook on his 
back, and he had leaped so hard — to make sure of not 
falling in — that he sailed over a lot of bramble-bushes 
that grew on the other side and landed in a clear space 
which was so far beyond the gulf that when they 
looked back they could not see it at all. 

Cayke now got off the Frogman’s back and he 
stood erect again and carefully brushed the dust 
from his velvet coat and rearranged his white satin 
necktie. 

“I had no idea I could leap so far,” he said won- 
deringly. “Leaping is one more accomplishment I 
can now add to the long list of deeds I am able to 
perform.” 

“You are certainly fine at leap-frog,” said the 
Cookie Cook, admiringly; “but, as you say, you are 
wonderful in many ways. If we meet with any 
people down here I am sure they will consider you 
the greatest and grandest of all living creatures.” 

“Yes,” he replied, “I shall probably astonish 
strangers, because they have never before had the 
pleasure of seeing me. Also they will marvel at my 
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great learning. Every time I open my mouth, Cayke, 
I am liable to say something important.” 

“That is true,” she agreed, “and it is fortunate 
your mouth is so very wide and opens so far, for 
otherwise all the wisdom might not be able to get 
out of it.” 

“Perhaps nature made it wide for that very rea¬ 
son,” said the Frogman. “ But come; let us now go 
on, for it is getting late and we must find some sort 
of shelter before night overtakes us.” 



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tented people who are ruled by a tin Emperor named 
Nick Chopper, who in turn is a subject of the beauti¬ 
ful girl Ruler, Ozma of Oz. But not all of the Winkie 
Country is fully settled. At the east, which part lies 
nearest the Emerald City, there are beautiful farm¬ 
houses and roads, but as you travel west you first 
come to a branch of the Winkie River, beyond which 
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there is a rough country where few people live, and 
some of these are quite unknown to the rest of the 
world. After passing through this rude section of 
territory, which no one ever visits, you would come 
to still another branch of the Winkie River, after 
crossing which you would find another well-settled 
part of the Winkie Country, extending westward 
quite to the Deadly Desert that surrounds all the 
Land of Oz and separates that favored fairyland from 
the more common outside world. The Winkies who 
live in this west section have many tin mines, from 
which metal they make a great deal of rich jewelry 
and other articles, all of which are highly esteemed 
in the Land of Oz because tin is so bright and pretty, 
and there is not so much of it as there is of gold and 
silver. 

Not all the Winkies are miners, however, for some 
till the fields and grow grains for food, and it was 
at one of these far west Winkie farms that the Frog¬ 
man and Cayke the Cookie Cook first arrived after 
they had descended from the mountain of the Yips. 

“Goodness me!” cried Nellary, the Winkie wife, 
when she saw the strange couple approaching her 
house. “I have seen many queer creatures in the 
Land of Oz, but none more queer than this giant frog, 
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who dresses like a man and walks on his hind legs. 
Come here, Wiljon,” she called to her husband, who 
was eating his breakfast, “ and take a look at this 
astonishing freak.” 

Wiljon the Winkie came to the door and looked out. 
He was still standing in the doorway when the Frog¬ 
man approached and said with a haughty croak: 

“ Tell me, my good man, have you seen a diamond- 
studded gold dishpan?” 

“No; nor have I seen a copper-plated lobster,” 
replied Wiljon, in an equally haughty tone. 

The Frogman stared at him and said: 

“ Do not be insolent, fellow! ” 

“ No,” added Cayke the Cookie Cook, hastily, “ you 
must be very polite to the great Frogman, for he is the 
wisest creature in all the world.” 

“ Who says that? ” inquired Wiljon. 

“ He says so himself,” replied Cayke, and the Frog¬ 
man nodded and strutted up and down, twirling his 
gold-headed cane very gracefully. 

“Does the Scarecrow admit that this overgrown 
frog is the wisest creature in the world?” asked 
Wiljon. 

“ I do not know who the Scarecrow is,” answered 
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“ Well, he lives at the Emerald City, and he is sup¬ 
posed to have the finest brains in all Oz. The Wizard 
gave them to him, you know.” 

“ Mine grew in my head,” said the Frogman pomp¬ 
ously, “ so I think they must be better than any 
wizard brains. I am so wise that sometimes my wis¬ 
dom makes my head ache. I know so much that 
often I have to forget part of it, since no one creature, 
however great, is able to contain so much knowledge.” 

“ It must be dreadful to be stuffed full of wisdom,” 
remarked Wiljon reflectively, and eyeing the Frog¬ 
man with a doubtful look. “It is my good fortune 
to know very little.” 

“ I hope, however, you know where my jeweled dish- 
pan is,” said the Cookie Cook anxiously. 

“I do not know even that,” returned the Winkie. 
“We have trouble enough in keeping track of our 
own dishpans, without meddling with the dishpans of 
strangers.” 

Finding him so ignorant, the Frogman proposed 
that they walk on and seek Cayke’s dishpan elsewhere. 
Wiljon the Winkie did not seem greatly impressed 
by the great Frogman, which seemed to that person¬ 
age as strange as it was disappointing; but others in 
this unknown land might prove more respectful. 

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“I’d like to meet that Wizard of Oz,” remarked 
Cayke, as they walked along a path. “If he could 
give a Scarecrow brains he might be able to find my 
dishpan.” 

“Poof!” grunted the Frogman scornfully; “I am 
greater than any wizard. Depend on me. If your 
dishpan is anywhere in the world I am sure to find it.” 

“ If you do not, my heart will be broken,” declared 
the Cookie Cook in a sorrowful voice. 

For a while the Frogman walked on in silence. 
Then he asked: 

“Why do you attach so much importance to a 
dishpan?” 

“ It is the greatest treasure I possess,” replied the 
woman. “It belonged to my mother and to all my 
grandmothers, since the beginning of time. It is, I 
believe, the very oldest thing in all the Yip Country 
— or was while it was there — and,” she added, 
dropping her voice to an awed whisper, “ it has magic 
powers! ” 

“ In what way? ” inquired the Frogman, seeming to 
be surprised at this statement. 

“ Whoever has owned that dishpan has been a good 
cook, for one thing. No one else is able to make such 
good cookies as I have cooked, as you and all the Yips 
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know. Yet, the very morning after my dishpan was 
stolen, I tried to make a batch of cookies and they 
burned up in the oven! I made another batch that 
proved too tough to eat, and I was so ashamed of them 
that I buried them in the ground. Even the third 
batch of cookies, which I brought with me in my 
basket, were pretty poor stuff and no better than any 
woman could make who does not own my diamond- 
studded gold dishpan. In fact, my good Frogman, 
Cayke the Cookie Cook will never be able to cook 
good cookies again until her magic dishpan is restored 
to her.” 

“ In that case,” said the Frogman with a sigh, “ I 
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Em’rald City; and, wherever she’s gone, she’s taken 
her Magic Picture with her.” 

She was standing in the courtyard of the palace 
with Betsy and Trot, while Scraps, the Patchwork 
Girl, danced around the group, her hair flying in the 
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“P’raps,” said Scraps, still dancing, “someone has 
stolen Ozma.” 

“ Oh, they’d never dare do that! ” exclaimed tiny 
Trot. 

“ And stolen the Magic Picture, too, so the thing 
can’t tell where she is,” added the Patchwork Girl. 

“ That’s nonsense,” said Dorothy. “ Why, ev’ryone 
loves Ozma. There isn’t a person in the Land of Oz 
who would steal a single thing she owns.” 

“ Huh! ” replied the Patchwork Girl. “ You don’t 
know ev’ry person in the Land of Oz.” 

“Why don’t I?” 

“ It’s a big country,” said Scraps. “ There are 
cracks and corners in it that even Ozma doesn’t know 
of.” 

“ The Patchwork Girl’s just daffy,” declared Betsy. 

“No; she’s right about that,” replied Dorothy 
thoughtfully. “ There are lots of queer people in this 
fairyland who never come near Ozma or the Em’rald 
City. I’ve seen some of ’em myself, girls; but I 
haven’t seen all, of course, and there might be some 
wicked persons left in Oz, yet, though I think the 
wicked witches have all been destroyed.” 

Just then the Wooden Sawhorse dashed into the 
courtyard with the Wizard of Oz on his back. 

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“ Have you found Ozma? ” cried the Wizard when 
the Sawhorse stopped beside them. 

“Not yet,” said Dorothy. “Doesn’t Glinda know 
where she is?” 

“ No. Glinda’s Book of Records and all her magic 
instruments are gone. Someone must have stolen 
them.” 

“ Goodness me! ” exclaimed Dorothy, in alarm. 
“This is the biggest steal I ever heard of. Who do 
you think did it, Wizard?” 

“ I’ve no idea,” he answered. “ But I have come to 
get my own bag of magic tools and carry them to 
Glinda. She is so much more powerful than I that 
she may be able to discover the truth by means of 
my magic, quicker and better than I could myself.” 

“ Hurry, then,” said Dorothy, “ for we’re all getting 
terr’bly worried.” 

The Wizard rushed away to his rooms but presently 
came back with a long, sad face. 

“It’s gone!” he said. 

“What’s gone?” asked Scraps. 

“ My black bag of magic tools. Someone must have 
stolen it! ” 

They looked at one another in amazement. 

“This thing is getting desperate,” continued the 
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Wizard. “ All the magic that belongs to Ozma, or to 
Glinda, or to me, has been stolen.” 

“ Do you suppose Ozma could have taken them, 
herself, for some purpose?” asked Betsy. 

“No, indeed,” declared the Wizard. “I suspect 
some enemy has stolen Ozma and, for fear we would 
follow and recapture her, has taken all our magic 
away from us.” 

“How dreadful!” cried Dorothy. “The idea of 
anyone wanting to injure our dear Ozma! Can’t we 
d6 any thing to find her, Wizard? ” 

“I’ll ask Glinda. I must go straight back to her 
and tell her that my magic tools have also disappeared. 
The good Sorceress will be greatly shocked, I know.” 

With this he jumped upon the back of the Sawhorse 
again and the quaint steed, which never tired, dashed 
away at full speed. 

The three girls were very much disturbed in min d. 
Even the Patchwork Girl was more quiet than usual 
and seemed to realize that a great calamity had over¬ 
taken them all. Ozma was a fairy of considerable 
power and all the creatures in Oz, as well as the three 
mortal girls from the outside world, looked upon her 
as their protector and friend. The idea of their beau¬ 
tiful girl Ruler’s being overpowered by an enemy and 
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dragged from her splendid palace a captive was too 
astonishing for them to comprehend, at first. Yet 
what other explanation of the mystery could there be? 

“ Ozma wouldn’t go away willingly, without letting 
us know about it,” asserted Dorothy; “and she 
wouldn’t steal Glinda’s Great Book of Records, or the 
Wizard’s magic, ’cause she could get them any time, 
just by asking for ’em. I’m sure some wicked person 
has done all this.” 

“ Someone in the Land of Oz? ” asked Trot. ^ 

“Of course. No one could get across the Deadly 
Desert, you know, and no one but an Oz person could 
know about the Magic Picture and the Book of 
Records and the Wizard’s magic, or where they were 
kept, and so be able to steal the whole outfit before 
we could stop ’em. It must be someone who lives in 
the Land of Oz.” 

“But who — who — who?” asked Scraps. “That’s 
the question. Who?” 

“If we knew,” replied Dorothy, severely, “we 
wouldn’t be standing here, doing nothing.” 

Just then two boys entered the courtyard and 
approached the group of girls. One boy was dressed 
in the fantastic Munchkin costume — a blue jacket 
and knickerbockers, blue leather shoes and a blue hat 
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with a high peak and tiny silver bells dangling from 
its rim — and this was Ojo the Lucky, who had once 
come from the Munchkin Country of Oz and now lived 
in the Emerald City. The other boy was an Ameri¬ 
can, from Philadelphia, and had lately found his way 
to Oz in the company of Trot and Cap’n Bill. His 
name was Button-Bright; that is, everyone called him 
by that name, and knew no other. 

Button-Bright was not quite as big as the Munchkin 
boy, but he wore the same kind of clothes, only they 
were of different colors. As the two came up to the 
girls, arm in arm, Button-Bright remarked: 

“ Hello, Dorothy. They say Ozma is lost.” 

“Who says so?” she asked. 

“ Ev’rybody’s talking about it, in the City,” he 
replied. 

“I wonder how the people found it out?” Dorothy 
asked. 

“ I know,” said Ojo. “ Jellia Jamb told them. She 
has been asking everywhere if anyone has seen Ozma.” 

“ That’s too bad,” observed Dorothy, frowning. 

“ Why? ” asked Button-Bright. 

“There wasn’t any use making all our people 
unhappy, till we were dead certain that Ozma can’t 
be found.” 


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“ Pshaw,” said Button-Bright, “ It’s nothing to get 
lost. I’ve been lost lots of times.” 

“That’s true,” admitted Trot, who knew that the 
boy had a habit of getting lost and then finding him¬ 
self again; “but it’s diff’rent with Ozma. She’s the 
Ruler of all this big fairyland and we’re ’fraid that the 
reason she’s lost is because somebody has stolen her 
away.” 

“ Only wicked people steal,” said Ojo. “ Do you 
know of any wicked people in Oz, Dorothy? ” 

“ No,” she replied. 

“They’re here, though,” cried Scraps, dancing up 
to them and then circling around the group. “ Ozma’s 
stolen; someone in Oz stole her; only wicked people 
steal; so someone in Oz is wicked! ” 

There was no denying the truth of this statement. 
The faces of all of them were now solemn and sor¬ 
rowful. 

“One thing is sure,” said Button-Bright, after a 
time, “ if Ozma has been stolen, someone ought to find 
her and punish the thief.” 

“There may be a lot of thieves,” suggested Trot 
gravely, “and in this fairy country they don’t seem 
to have any soldiers or policemen.” 

“ There is one soldier,” claimed Dorothy. “ He has 
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green whiskers and a gun and is a Major-General; but 
no one is afraid of either his gun or his whiskers, 
’cause he’s so tender-hearted that he wouldn’t hurt a 
fly.” 

“ Well, a soldier’s a soldier,” said Betsy, “ and per¬ 
haps he’d hurt a wicked thief if he wouldn’t hurt a fly. 
Where is he?” 

“ He went fishing about two months ago and hasn’t 
come back yet,” explained Button-Bright. 

“ Then I can’t see that he will be of much use to us 
in this trouble,” sighed little Trot. “ But p’raps Ozma, 
who is a fairy, can get away from the thieves without 
any help from anybody.” 

“ She might be able to,” admitted Dorothy, reflect¬ 
ively, “but if she had the power to do that, it isn’t 
likely she’d have let herself be stolen. So the thieves 
must have been even more powerful in magic than our 
Ozma.” 

There was no denying this argument and, although 
they talked the matter over all the rest of that day, 
they were unable to decide how Ozma had been stolen 
against her will or who had committed the dreadful 
deed. 

Toward evening the Wizard came back, riding 
slowly upon the Sawhorse because he felt discouraged 
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and perplexed. Glinda came, later, in her aerial 
chariot drawn by twenty milk-white swans, and she 
also Beemed worried and unhappy. More of Ozma’s 
friends joined them and that evening they all had a 
long talk together. 

“ I think,” said Dorothy, “ we ought to start out 
right away in search of our dear Ozma. It seems 
cruel for us to live comf’tably in her palace while she 
is a pris’ner in the power of some wicked enemy.” 

“ Yes,” agreed Glinda the Sorceress, “ someone 
ought to search for her. I cannot go myself, because 
I must work hard in order to create some new instru¬ 
ments of sorcery by means of which I may rescue our 
fair Ruler. But if you can find her, in the meantime, 
and let me know who has stolen her, it will enable me 
to rescue her much more quickly.” 

“ Then we’ll start to-morrow morning,” decided 
Dorothy. “ Betsy and Trot and I won’t waste another 
minute.” 

“ I’m not sure you girls will make good detectives,” 
remarked the Wizard; “but Til go with you, to pro¬ 
tect you from harm and to give you my advice. All 
my wizardry, alas, is stolen, so I am now really no 
more a wizard than any of you; but I will try to 
protect you from any enemies you may meet.” 

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“What harm could happen to us in Oz?” inquired 
Trot. 

“ What harm happened to Ozma? ” returned the 
Wizard. “If there is an Evil Power abroad in our 
fairyland, which is able to steal not only Ozma and 
her Magic Picture, but Glinda’s Book of Records and 
all her magic, and my black bag containing all my 
tricks of wizardry, then that Evil Power may yet cause 
us considerable injury. Ozma is a fairy, and so is 
Glinda, so no power can kill or destroy them; but you 
girls are all mortals, and so are Button-Bright and I, 
so we must watch out for ourselves.” 

“ Nothing can kill me,” said Ojo, the Munchkin boy. 

“ That is true,” replied the Sorceress, “ and I think 
it may be well to divide the searchers into several 
parties, that they may cover all the land of Oz more 
quickly. So I will send Ojo and Unc Nunkie and Dr. 
Pipt into the Munchkin Country, which they are well 
acquainted with; and I will send the Scarecrow and 
the Tin Woodman into the Quadling Country, for they 
are fearless and brave and never tire; and to the Gilli- 
kin Country, where many dangers lurk, I will send 
the Shaggy Man and his brother, with Tik-Tok and 
Jack Pumpkinhead. Dorothy may make up her own 
party and travel into the Winkie Country. All of 
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you must inquire everywhere for Ozina and try to 
discover where she is hidden.” 

They thought this a very wise plan and adopted 
it without question. In Ozma’s absence Glinda the 
Good was the most important person in Oz and all 
were glad to serve under her direction. 







The Search Party 



castle, stopping on the way to instruct the Scarecrow 
and the Tin Woodman, who were at that time staying 
at the college of Professor H. M. Wogglebug, T. E., 
and taking a course of his Patent Educational Pills. 
On hearing of Ozma’s loss they started at once for the 
Quadling Country to search for her. 

As soon as Giinda had left the Emerald City, Tik- 
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Tok and the Shaggy Man and Jack Pumpkinhead, 
who had been present at the conference, began their 
journey into the Gillikin Country, and an hour later 
Ojo and TJnc Nunkie joined Dr. Pipt and together 
they traveled toward the Munchkin Country. When 
all these searchers were gone, Dorothy and the Wizard 
completed their own preparations. 

The Wizard hitched the Sawhorse to the Red 
Wagon, which would seat four very comfortably. He 
wanted Dorothy, Betsy, Trot and the Patchwork Girl 
to ride in the wagon, but Scraps came up to them 
mounted upon the Woozy, and the Woozy said he 
would like to join the party. Now this Woozy was a 
most peculiar animal, having a square head, square 
body, square legs and square tail. His skin was very 
tough and hard, resembling leather, and while his 
movements were somewhat clumsy the beast could 
travel with remarkable swiftness. His square eyes 
were mild and gentle in expression and he was not 
especially foolish. The Woozy and the Patchwork 
Girl were great friends and so the Wizard agreed to 
let the Woozy go with them. 

Another great beast now appeared and asked to go 
along. This was none other than the famous Cow¬ 
ardly Lion, one of the most interesting creatures in 
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all Oz. No lion that roamed the jungles or plains 
could compare in size or intelligence with this Cow¬ 
ardly Lion, who — like all animals living in Oz — 
could talk, and who talked with more shrewdness and 
wisdom than many of the people did. He said he was 
cowardly because he always trembled when he faced 
danger, but he had faced danger many times and 
never refused to fight when it was necessary. This 
Lion was a great favorite with Ozma and always 
guarded her throne on state occasions. He was also 
an old companion and friend of the Princess Dorothy, 
so the girl was delighted to have him join the party. 

“I’m so nervous over our dear Ozma,” said the 
Cowardly Lion in his deep, rumbling voice, “that it 
would make me unhappy to remain behind while you 
are trying to find her. But do not get into any danger, 
I beg of you, for danger frightens me terribly.” 

“ We’ll not get into danger if we can poss’bly help 
it,” promised Dorothy; “ but we shall do anything to 
find Ozma, danger or no danger.” 

The addition of the Woozy and the Cowardly lion 
to the party gave Betsy Bobbin an idea and she ran 
to the marble stables at the rear of the palace and 
brought out her mule, Hank by name. Perhaps no 
mule you ever saw was so lean and bony and alto- 
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gether plain looking as this Hank, but Betsy loved 
him dearly because he was faithful and steady and not 
nearly so stupid as most mules are considered to be. 
Betsy had a saddle for Hank and declared she would 
ride on his back, an arrangement approved by the 
Wizard because it left only four of. the party to ride 
on the seats of the Red Wagon — Dorothy and Button- 
Bright and Trot and himself. 

An old sailor-man, who had one wooden leg, came 
to see them off and suggested that they put a supply 
of food and blankets in the Red Wagon, inasmuch as 
they were uncertain how long they would be gone. 
This sailor-man was called Cap’n Bill. He was a for¬ 
mer friend and comrade of Trot and had encountered 
many adventures in company with the little girl. I 
think he was sorry he could not go with her on this 
trip, but Glinda the Sorceress had asked Cap’n Bill to 
remain in the Emerald City and take charge of the 
royal palace while everyone else was away, and the 
one-legged sailor had agreed to do so. 

They loaded the back end of the Red Wagon with 
everything they thought they might need, and then 
they formed a procession and marched from the palace 
through the Emerald City to the great gates of the 
wall that surrounded this beautiful capital of the 
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Land of Oz. Crowds of citizens lined the streets to 
see them pass and to cheer them and wish them suc¬ 
cess, for all were grieved over Ozma’s loss and anxious 
that she be found again. 

First came the Cowardly Lion; then the Patchwork 
Girl riding upon the Woozy; then Betsy Bobbin on 
her mule Hank; and finally the Sawhorse drawing the 
Red Wagon, in which were seated the Wizard and 
Dorothy and Button-Bright and Trot. No one was 
obliged to drive the Sawhorse, so there were no reins 
to his harness; one had only to tell him which way to 
go, fast or slow, and he understood perfectly. 

It was about this time that a shaggy little black 
dog who had been lying asleep in Dorothy’s room in 
the palace woke up and discovered he was lonesome. 
Everything seemed very still throughout the great 
building and Toto — that was the little dog’s name — 
missed the customary chatter of the three girls. He 
never paid much attention to what was going on 
around him and, although he could speak, he seldom 
said anything; so the little dog did not know about 
Ozma’s loss or that everyone had gone in search of her. 
But he liked to be with people, and especially with 
his own mistress, Dorothy, and having yawned and 
stretched himself and found the door of the room ajar 
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he trotted out into the corridor and went down the 
stately marble stairs to the hall of the palace, where, 
he met Jellia Jamb. 

“ Where’s Dorothy? ” asked Toto. 

“ She’s gone to the Winkie Country,” answered the 
maid. 

“ When?” 

“ A little while ago,” replied Jellia. 

Toto turned and trotted out into the palace garden 
and down the long driveway until he came to the 
streets of the Emerald City. Here he paused to listen 
and, hearing sounds of cheering, he ran swiftly along 
until he came in sight of the Red Wagon and the 
Woozy and the Lion and the Mule and all the others. 
Being a wise little dog, he decided not to show himself 
to Dorothy just then, lest he be sent back home; but he 
never lost sight of the party of travelers, all of whom 
were so eager to get ahead that they never thought to 
look behind them. 

When they came to the gates in the city wall the 
Guardian of the Gates came out to throw wide the 
golden portals and let them pass through. 

“ Did any strange person come in or out of the city 
on the night before last, when Ozma was stolen?” 
asked Dorothy. 

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Chapter Six 

“No, indeed, Princess,” answered the Guardian of 
the Gates. 

“ Of course not,” said the Wizard. “ Anyone clever 
enough to steal all the things we have lost would not 
mind the barrier of a wall like this, in the least. I 
think the thief must have flown through the air, for 
otherwise he could not have stolen from Ozma’s royal 
palace and Glinda’s far-away castle in the same night. 
Moreover, as there are no airships in Oz and no way 
for airships from the outside world to get into this 
country, I believe the thief must have flown from 
place to place by means of magic arts which neither 
Glinda nor I understand.” 

On they went, and before the gates closed behind 
them Toto managed to dodge through them. The 
country surrounding the Emerald City was thickly 
settled and for a while our friends rode over nicely 
paved roads which wound through a fertile country 
dotted with beautiful houses, all built in the quaint 
Oz fashion. In the course of a few hours, however, 
they had left the tilled fields and entered the Country 
of the Winkies, which occupies a quarter of all the 
territory in the Land of Oz but is not so well known 
as many other parts of Ozma’s fairyland. Long before 
night the travelers had crossed the Winkie River near 
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to the Scarecrow’s Tower (which was now vacant) 
and had entered the Rolling Prairie where few people 
live. They asked everyone they met for news of 
Ozma, but none in this district had seen her or even 
knew that she had been stolen. And by nightfall 
they had passed all the farmhouses and were obliged 
to stop and ask for shelter at the hut of a lonely shep¬ 
herd. When they halted, Toto was not far behind. 
The little dog halted, too, and stealing softly around 
the party he hid himself behind the hut. 

The shepherd was a kindly old man and treated 
the travelers with much courtesy. He slept out of 
doors, that night, giving up his hut to the three girls, 
who made their beds on the floor with the blankets 
they had brought in the Red Wagon. The Wizard 
and Button-Bright also slept out of doors, and so did 
the Cowardly Lion and Hank the Mule. But Scraps 
and the Sawhorse did not sleep at all and the Woozy 
could stay awake for a month at a time, if he wished 
to, so these three sat in a little group by themselves 
and talked together all through the night. 

In the darkness the Cowardly Lion felt a shaggy 
little form nestling beside his own, and he said 
sleepily: 

“Where did you come from, Toto?” 

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“ From home,” said the dog. “ If you roll over, roll 
the other way, so you won’t smash me.” 

“Does Dorothy know you are here?” asked the 
Lion. 

“I believe not,” admitted Toto, and he added, a 
little anxiously: “ Do you think, friend Lion, we are 
now far enough from the Emerald City for me to risk 
showing myself? Or will Dorothy send me back 
because I wasn’t invited?” 

“ Only Dorothy can answer that question,” said the 
Lion. “ For my part, Toto, I consider this affair none 
of my business, so you must act as you think best.” 

Then the huge beast went to sleep again and Toto 
snuggled closer to his warm, hairy body and also 
slept. He was a wise little dog, in his way, and didn’t 
intend to worry when there was something much 
better to do. 

Tn the morning the Wizard built a fire, over which 
the girls cooked a very good breakfast. 

Suddenly Dorothy discovered Toto sitting quietly 
before the fire and the little girl exclaimed: 

“ Goodness me, Totol Where did you come from? ” 

“ From the place you cruelly left me,” replied the 
dog in a reproachful tone. 

“ I forgot all about you,” admitted Dorothy, “ and 
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if I hadn’t I’d prob’ly left you with Jellia Jamb, see¬ 
ing this isn’t a pleasure trip but strie’ly business. 
But, now that you’re here, Toto, I s’pose you’ll have 
to stay with us, unless you’d rather go back home 
again. We may get ourselves into trouble, before 
we’re done, Toto.” 

“Never mind that,” said Toto, wagging his tail. 
“ I’m hungry, Dorothy.” 

“ Breakfas’ll soon be ready and then you shall have 
your share,” promised his little mistress, who was 
really glad to have her dog with her. She and Toto 
had traveled together before, and she knew he was a 
good and faithful comrade. 

When the food was cooked and served the girls 
invited the old shepherd to join them in their morning 
meal. He willingly consented and while they ate he 
said to them: 

“ You are now about to pass through a very dan¬ 
gerous country, unless you turn to the north or to 
the south to escape its perils.” 

“ In that case,” said the Cowardly Lion, “ let us 
turn, by all means, for I dread to face dangers of any 
sort.” 

“ What’s the matter with the country ahead of us? ” 
inquired Dorothy. 


























































































































































































































































































































































































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“ Beyond this Rolling Prairie,” explained the shep¬ 
herd, “are the Merry-Go-Round Mountains, set close 
together and surrounded by deep gulfs, so that no one 
is able to get past them. Beyond the Merry-Go- 
Round Mountains it is said the Thistle-Eaters and the 
Herkus live.” 

“What are they like?” demanded Dorothy. 

“No one knows, for no one has ever passed the 
Merry-Go-Round Mountains,” was the reply; “ but it 
is said that the Thistle-Eaters hitch dragons to their 
chariots and that the Herkus are waited upon by 
giants whom they have conquered and made their 
slaves.” 

“Who says all that?” asked Betsy. 

“ It is common report,” declared the shepherd. 
“ Everyone believes it.” 

“ I don’t see how they know,” remarked little Trot, 
“ if no one has been there.” 

“ Perhaps the birds who fly over that country 
brought the news,” suggested Betsy. 

“ If you escaped those dangers,” continued the shep¬ 
herd, “ you might encounter others, still more serious, 
before you came to the next branch of the Winkie 
River. It is true that beyond that river there lies a 
fine country, inhabited by good people, and if you 
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reached there you would have no further trouble. It 
is between here and the west branch of the Winkie 
River that all dangers lie, for that is the unknown 
territory that is inhabited by terrible, lawless people.” 

“ It may be, and it may not be,” said the Wizard. 
“We shall know when we get there.” 

“ Well,” persisted the shepherd, “ in a fairy country 
such as ours every undiscovered place is likely to har¬ 
bor wicked creatures. If they were not wicked, they 
would discover themselves, and by coming among us 
submit to Ozma’s rule and be good and considerate, as 
are all the Oz people whom we know.” 

“ That argument,” stated the little Wizard, “ con¬ 
vinces me that it is our duty to go straight to those 
unknown places, however dangerous they may be; for 
it is surely some cruel and wicked person who has 
stolen our Ozma, and we know it would be folly to 
search among good people for the culprit. Ozma may 
not be hidden in the secret places of the Winkie Coun¬ 
try, it is true, but it is our duty to travel to every spot, 
however dangerous, where our beloved Ruler is likely 
to be imprisoned.” 

“You’re right about that,” said Button-Bright 
approvingly. “Dangers don’t hurt us; only things 
that happen ever hurt anyone, and a danger is a thing 
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that might happen, and might not happen, and some¬ 
times don’t amount to shucks. I vote we go ahead 
and take our chances.” 

They were all of the same opinion, so they packed 
up and said good-bye to the friendly shepherd and 
proceeded on their way. 



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difficult to travel 
over, although it 
was all up-hill and down-hill, so for a while they made 
good progress. Not even a shepherd was to be met 
with now and the farther they advanced the more 
dreary the landscape became. At noon they stopped 
for a “ picnic luncheon,” as Betsy called it, and then 
they again resumed their journey. All the animals 
were swift and tireless and even the Cowardly Lion 
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The Merry-Go-Round Mountains 


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Prairie was not 






The Lost Princess of Oz 


and the Mule found they could keep up with the pace 
of the Woozy and the Sawhorse. 

It was the middle of the afternoon when first they 
came in sight of a cluster of low mountains. These 
were cone-shaped, rising from broad bases to sharp 
peaks at the tops. From a distance the mountains 
appeared indistinct and seemed rather small — more 
like hills than mountains — but as the travelers drew 
nearer they noted a most unusual circumstance: the 
hills were all whirling around, some in one direction 
and some the opposite way. 

“ I guess those are the Merry-Go-Round Mountains, 
all right,” said Dorothy. 

“ They must be,” said the Wizard. 

“ They go ’round, sure enough,” added Trot, “ but 
they don’t seem very merry.” 

There were several rows of these mountains, extend¬ 
ing both to the right and to the left, for miles and 
miles. How many rows there might be, none could 
tell, but between the first row of peaks could be seen 
other peaks, all steadily whirling around one way or 
another. Continuing to ride nearer, our friends 
watched these hills attentively, until at last, coming 
close up, they discovered there was a deep but narrow 
gulf around the edge of each mountain, and that the 
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mountains were set so close together that the outer 
gulf was continuous and barred farther advance. 

At the edge of the gulf they all dismounted and 
peered over into its depths. There was no telling 
where the bottom was, if indeed there was any bottom 
at all. From where they stood it seemed as if the 
mountains had been set in one great hole in the 
ground, just close enough together so they would not 
touch, and that each mountain was supported by a 
rocky column beneath its base which extended far 
down into the black pit below. From the land side 
it seemed impossible to get across the gulf or, suc¬ 
ceeding in that, to gain a foothold on any of the 
whirling mountains. 

“ This ditch is too wide to jump across,” remarked 
Button-Bright. 

“ P’raps the Lion could do it,” suggested Dorothy. 

“What, jump from here to that whirling hill 1 ?” 
cried the Lion indignantly. “ I should say not! Even 
if I landed there, and could hold on, what good would 
it do? There’s another spinning mountain beyond it, 
and perhaps still another beyond that. I don’t believe 
any living creature could jump from one mountain to 
another, when both are whirling like tops and in 
different directions.” 


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“ I propose we turn back,” said the Wooden Saw¬ 
horse, with a yawn of his chopped-out mouth, as he 
stared with his knot eyes at the Merry-Go-Round 
Mountains. 

“I agree with you,” said the Woozy, wagging his 
square head. 

“We should have taken the shepherd’s advice,” 
added Hank the Mule. 

The others of the party, however they might be 
puzzled by the serious problem that confronted them, 
would not allow themselves to despair. 

“ If we once get over these mountains,” said Button- 
Bright, “ we could probably get along all right.” 

“ True enough,” agreed Dorothy. “ So we must find 
some way, of course, to get past these whirligig hills. 
But how? ” 

“ I wish the Ork was with us,” sighed Trot. 

“ But the Ork isn’t here,” said the Wizard, “ and 
we must depend upon ourselves to conquer this diffi¬ 
culty. Unfortunately, all my magic has been stolen; 
otherwise I am sure I could easily get over the 
mountains.” 

“ Unfortunately,” observed the Woozy, “ none of us 
has wings. And we’re in a magic country without 
any magic.” 


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“ What is that around your waist, Dorothy? ” asked 
the Wizard. 

“That? Oh, that’s just the Magic Belt I once 
captured from the Nome King,” she replied. 

“ A Magic Belt! Why, that’s fine. I’m sure a 
Magic Belt would take you over these hills.” 

“It might, if I knew how to work it,” said the 
little girl. “ Ozma knows a lot of its magic, but I’ve 
never found out about it. All I know is that while I 
am wearing it nothing can hurt me.” 

“Try wishing yourself across, and see if it will 
obey you,” suggested the Wizard. 

“But what good would that do?” asked Dorothy. 
“ If I got across it wouldn’t help the rest of you, and 
I couldn’t go alone among all those giants and 
dragons, while you stayed here.” 

“ True enough,” agreed the Wizard, sadly; and then, 
after looking around the group, he inquired: “What 
is that on your finger, Trot? ” 

“ A ring. The Mermaids gave it to me,” she 
explained, “ and if ever I’m in trouble when Pm on 
the water I can call the Mermaids and they’ll come 
and help me. But the Mermaids can’t help me on the 
land, you know, ’cause they swim, and — and —they 
haven’t any legs.” 


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“True enough,” repeated the Wizard, more sadly. 

There was a big, broad-spreading tree near the edge 
of the gulf and as the sun was hot above them they 
all gathered under the shade of the tree to study the 
problem of what to do next. 

“If we had a long rope,” said Betsy, “we could 
fasten it to this tree and let the other end of it down 
into the gulf and all slide down it.” 

“ Well, what then? ” asked the Wizard. 

“ Then, if we could manage to throw the rope up the 
other side,” explained the girl, “ we could all climb 
it and be on the other side of the gulf.” 

“There are too many ‘ifs’ in that suggestion,” 
remarked the little Wizard. “ And you must remem¬ 
ber that the other side is nothing but spinning moun¬ 
tains, so we couldn’t possibly fasten a rope to them — 
even if we had one.” 

“That rope idea isn’t half bad, though,” said the 
Patchwork Girl, who had been dancing dangerously* 
near to the edge of the gulf. 

“ What do you mean? ” asked Dorothy. 

The Patchwork Girl suddenly stood still and cast 
her button eyes around the group. 

“Ha, I have it!” she exclaimed. “Unharness the 
Sawhorse, somebody; my fingers are too clumsy.” 

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“Shall we?” asked Button-Bright doubtfully, 
turning to the others. 

“Well, Scraps has a lot of brains, even if she is 
stuffed with cotton,” asserted the Wizard. “If her 
brains can help us out of this trouble we ought to use 
them.” 

So he began unharnessing the Sawhorse, and But¬ 
ton-Bright and Dorothy helped him. When they had 
removed the harness the Patchwork Girl told them to 
take it all apart and buckle the straps together, end 
to end. And, after they had done this, they found 
they had one very long strap that was stronger than 
any rope. 

“It would reach across the gulf, easily,” said the 
Lion, who with the other animals had sat on his 
haunches and watched this proceeding. “ But I don’t 
see how it could be fastened to one of those dizzy 
mountains.” 

Scraps had no such notion as that in her baggy head. 
She told them to fasten one end of the strap to a stout 
limb of the tree, pointing to one which extended quite 
to the edge of the gulf. Button-Bright did that, 
climbing the tree and then crawling out upon the 
limb until he was nearly over the gulf. There he 
managed to fasten the strap, which reached to the 
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ground below, and then he slid down it and was 
caught by the Wizard, who feared he might fall into 
the chasm. 

Scraps was delighted. She seized the lower end of 
the strap and telling them all to get out of her way 
she went back as far as the strap would reach and 
then made a sudden run toward the gulf. Over the 
edge she swung, clinging to the strap until it had gone 
as far as its length permitted, when she let go and 
sailed gracefully through the air until she alighted 
upon the mountain just in front of them. 

Almost instantly, as the great cone continued to 
whirl, she was sent flying against the next mountain 
in the rear, and that one had only turned halfway 
around when Scraps was sent flying to the next moun¬ 
tain behind it. Then her patchwork form disappeared 
from view entirely and the amazed watchers under the 
tree wondered what had become of her. 

“ She’s gone, and she can’t get back,” said the 
Woozy. 

“ My, how she bounded from one mountain to 
another! ” exclaimed the lion. 

“ That was because they whirl so fast,” the Wizard 
explained. “Scraps had nothing to hold on to and 
so of course she was tossed from one hill to another. 

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I’m afraid we shall never see the poor Patchwork Girl 
again.” 

“ I shall see her,” declared the Woozy. “ Scraps is 
an old friend of mine and, if there are really Thistle- 
Eaters and Giants on the other side of those tops, she 
will need someone to protect her. So, here I go! ” 

He seized the dangling strap firmly in his square 
mouth and in the same way that Scraps had done 
swung himself over the gulf. He let go the strap at 
the right moment and fell upon the first whirling 
mountain. Then he bounded to the next one back of 
it — not on his feet but “ all mixed up,” as Trot said 
— and then he shot across to another mountain, 
disappearing from view just as the Patchwork Girl 
had done. 

“It seems to work, all right,” remarked Button- 
Bright. “ I guess I’ll try it.” 

“ Wait a minute,” urged the Wizard. “ Before any 
more of us make this desperate leap into the beyond, 
we must decide whether all will go, or if some of us 
will remain behind.” 

“ Do you s’pose it hurt them much, to bump against 
those mountains? ” asked Trot. 

“ I don’t s’pose anything could hurt Scraps or the 
Woozy,” said Dorothy, “and nothing can hurt me, 

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because I wear the Magic Belt. So, as I’m anxious 
to find Ozma, I mean to swing myself across, too.” 

“ I’ll take my chances,” decided Button-Bright. 

“ I’m sure it will hurt dreadfully, and I’m afraid 
to do it,” said the Lion, who was already trembling; 
“but I shall do it if Dorothy does.” 

“Well, that will leave Betsy and the Mule and 
Trot,” said the Wizard; “ for of course, I shall go, that 
I may look after Dorothy. Do you two girls think 
you can find your way back home again?” he asked, 
addressing Trot and Betsy. 

“ I’m not afraid; not much, that is,” said Trot. “ It 
looks risky, I know, but I’m sure I can stand it if the 
others can.” 

“ If it wasn’t for leaving Hank,” began Betsy, in a 
hesitating voice; but the Mule interrupted her by 
saying: 

“ Go ahead, if you want to, and HI oome after you. 
A mule is as brave as a lion, any day.” 

“ Braver,” said the Lion, “ for I’m a coward, friend 
Hank, and you are not. But of course the Saw¬ 
horse -” 

“ Oh, nothing ever hurts me/’ asserted the Sawhorse 
calmly. “ There’s never been any question about my 
going. I can’t take the Red Wagon, though.” 

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“No, we must leave the wagon,” said the Wizard; 
“ and also we must leave our food and blankets, I fear. 
But if we can defy these Merry-Go-Round Mountains 
to stop us we won’t mind the sacrifice of some of our 
comforts.” 

“No one knows where we’re going to land!” re¬ 
marked the Lion, in a voice that sounded as if he were 
going to cry. 

“We may not land at all,” replied Hank; “but the 
best way to find out what will happen to us is to swing 
across, as Scraps and the Woozy have done.” 

“ I think I shall go last,” said the Wizard; “ so who 
wants to go first?” 

“ I’ll go,” decided Dorothy. 

“ No, it’s my turn first,” said Button-Bright. 
“Watch me!” 

Even as he spoke the boy seized the strap and after 
making a run swung himself across the gulf. Away 
he went, bumping from hill to hill until he disap¬ 
peared. They listened intently, but the boy uttered 
no cry until he had been gone some moments, when 
they heart a faint “ Hullo-a! ” as if called from a great 
distance. 

The sound gave them eourage, however, and 
Dorothy picked up Toto and held him fast under one 
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arm while with the other hand she seized the strap 
and bravely followed after Button-Bright. 

When she struck the first whirling mountain she 
fell upon it quite softly, but before she had time to 
think she flew through the air and lit with a jar on 
the side of the next mountain. Again she flew, and 
alighted; and again, and still again, until after five 
successive bumps she fell sprawling upon a green 
meadow and was so dazed and bewildered by her 
bumpy journey across the Merry-Go-Round Moun¬ 
tains that she lay quite still for a time, to collect her 
thoughts. Toto had escaped from her arms just as 
she fell, and he now sat beside her panting with 
excitement. 

Then Dorothy realized that someone was helping 
her to her feet, and here was Button-Bright on one 
side of her and Scraps on the other, both seeming to 
be unhurt. The next object her eyes fell upon was 
the Woozy, squatting upon his square back end and 
looking at her reflectively, while Toto barked joyously 
to find his mistress unhurt after her whirlwind trip. 

“Good!” said the Woozy; “here’s another and a 
dog, both safe and sound. But, my word, Dorothy, 
you flew some! If you could have seen yourself, you’d 
have been absolutely astonished.” 

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“They say ‘Time flies/” laughed Button-Bright; 
“ but Time never made a quicker journey than that.” 

Just then, as Dorothy turned around to look at the 
whirling mountains, she was in time to see tiny Trot 
come flying from the nearest hill to fall upon the soft 
grass not a yard away from where she stood. Trot 
was so dizzy she couldn’t stand, at first, but she wasn’t 
at all hurt and presently Betsy came flying to them 
and would have bumped into the others had they not 
retreated in time to avoid her. 

Then, in quick succession, came the Lion, Hank and 
the Sawhorse, bounding from mountain to mountain 
to fall safely upon the greensward. Only the Wizard 
was now left behind and they waited so long for him 
that Dorothy began to be worried. But suddenly he 
came flying from the nearest mountain and tumbled 
heels over head beside them. Then they saw that he 
had wound two of their blankets around his body, to 
keep the bumps from hurting him, and had fastened 
the blankets with some of the spare straps from the 
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their dizzy flights, and looked at one another in silent 
bewilderment. But presently, when assured that no 
one was injured, they grew more calm and collected 
and the Lion said with a sigh of relief: 

“Who would have thought those Merry-Go-Round 
Mountains were made of rubber?” 

“ Are they really rubber? ” asked Trot. 

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“They must be,” replied the lion, “for otherwise 
we would not have bounded so swiftly from one to 
another without getting hurt.” 

“That is all guesswork,” declared the Wizard, 
unwinding the blankets from his body, “ for none of 
us stayed long enough on the mountains to discover 
what they are made of. But where are we? ” 

“That’s guesswork, too,” said Scraps. “The shep¬ 
herd said the Thistle-Eaters live this side the 
mountains and are waited on by giants.” 

“ Oh, no,” said Dorothy; “ it’s the Herkus who have 
giant slaves, and the Thistle-Eaters hitch dragons to 
their chariots.” 

“How could they do that?” asked the Woozy. 
“ Dragons have long tails, which would get in the 
way of the chariot wheels.” 

“ And, if the Herkus have conquered the giants,” 
said Trot, “they must be at least twice the size of 
giants. P’raps the Herkus are the biggest people in 
all the world!” 

“Perhaps they are,” assented the Wizard, in a 
thoughtful tone of voice. “ And perhaps the shepherd 
didn’t know what he was talking about. Let us 
travel on toward the west and discover for ourselves 
what the people of this country are like.” 

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It seemed a pleasant enough country, and it was 
quite still and peaceful when they turned their eyes 
away from the silently whirling mountains. There 
were trees here and there and green bushes, while 
throughout the thick grass were scattered brilliantly 
colored flowers. About a mile away was a low hill 
that hid from them all the country beyond it, so they 
realized they could not tell much about the country 
until they had crossed the hill. 

The Red Wagon having been left behind, it was 
now necessary to make other arrangements for 
traveling. The Lion told Dorothy she could ride upon 
his back, as she had often done before, and the Woozy 
said he could easily carry both Trot and the Patch- 
work Girl. Betsy still had her mule, Hank, and 
Button-Bright and the Wizard could sit together upon 
the long, thin back of the Sawhorse, but they took 
care to soften their seat with a pad of blankets before 
they started. Thus mounted, the adventurers started 
for the hill, which was reached after a brief journey. 

As they mounted the crest and gazed beyond the 
hill they discovered not far away a walled city, from 
the towers and spires of which gay banners were 
flying. It was not a very big city, indeed, but its 
walls were very high and thick and it appeared that 
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the people who lived there must have feaxed attack 
by a powerful enemy, else they would not have sur¬ 
rounded their dwellings with so strong a barrier. 

There was no path leading from the mountains to 
the city, and this proved that the people seldom or 
never visited the whirling hills; but our friends found 
the grass soft and agreeable to travel over and with 
the city before them they could not well lose their 
way. When they drew nearer to the walls, the breeze 
carried to their ears the sound of music — dim at 
first but growing louder as they advanced. 

“That doesn’t seem like a very terrhle place,” 
remarked Dorothy. 

“Well, it looks all right,” replied Trot, from her 
seat on the Woozy, “but looks can’t always be 
trusted.” 

“My looks can,” said Scraps. “I look patchwork, 
and I am patchwork, and no one but a blind owl 
could ever doubt that I’m the Patchwork Girl.” Say¬ 
ing which she turned a somersault off the Woozy and, 
alighting on her feet, began wildly dancing about. 

“Are owls ever blind?” asked Trot 

“Always, in the daytime,” said Button-Bright. 
“But Scraps can see with her button eyes both day 
and night. Isn’t it queer? ” 

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“ It’s queer that buttons can see at all,” answered 
Trot; “but — good gracious! what’s become of the 
city? ” 

“I was going to ask that myself,” said Dorothy. 
“It’s gone!” 

The animals came to a sudden halt, for the city 
had really disappeared — walls and all — and before 
them lay the clear, unbroken sweep of the country. 

“ Dear me! ” exclaimed the Wizard. “ This is rather 
disagreeable. It is annoying to travel almost to a 
place and then find it is not there.” 

“Where can it be, then?” asked Dorothy. “It 
cert’nly was there a minute ago.” 

“ I can hear the music yet,” declared Button-Bright, 
and when they all listened the strains of music could 
plainly be heard. 

“Oh! there’s the city-—over at the left,” called 
Scraps, and turning their eyes they saw the walls 
and towers and fluttering banners far to the left 
of them. 

“We must have lost our way,” suggested Dorothy. 

“Nonsense,” said the lion. “I, and all the other 
animals, have been tramping straight toward the city 
ever since we first saw it.” 

“Then how does it happen — ” 

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“ Never mind,” interrupted the Wizard, “ we are 
no farther from it than we were before. It is in a 
different direction, that’s all; so let us hurry and get 
there before it again escapes us.” 

So on they went, directly toward the city, which 
seemed only a couple of miles distant; but when they 
had traveled less than a mile it suddenly disappeared 
again. Once more they paused, somewhat discour¬ 
aged, but in a moment the button eyes of Scraps again 
discovered the city, only this time it was just behind 
them, in the direction from which they had come. 

“ Goodness gracious! ” cried Dorothy. “ There’s 
surely something wrong with that city. Do you s’pose 
it’s on wheels, Wizard?” 

“It may not be a city at all,” he replied, looking 
toward it with a speculative gaze. 

“ What could it be, then? ” 

“ Just an illusion.” 

“What’s that?” asked Trot. 

“ Something you think you see and don’t see.” 

“ I can’t believe that,” said Button-Bright. “ If we 
only saw it, we might be mistaken, but if we can 
see it and hear it, too, it must be there.” 

“Where?” asked the Patchwork Girl. 

“ Somewhere near us,” he insisted. 

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“We will have to go back, I suppose,” said the 
Woozy, with a sigh. 

So back they turned and headed for the walled 
city until it disappeared again, only to reappear at 
the right of them. They were constantly getting 
nearer to it, however, so they kept their faces turned 
toward it as it flitted here and there to all points of 
the compass. Presently the Lion, who was leading 
the procession, halted abruptly and cried out: 
“ Ouch! ” 

“What’s the matter?” asked Dorothy. 

“Ouch — ouch!” repeated the Lion, and leaped 
backward so suddenly that Dorothy nearly tumbled 
from his back. At the same time Hank the Mule 
yelled “ Ouch! ” almost as loudly as the Lion had 
done, and he also pranced backward a few paces. 

“ It’s the thistles,” said Betsy. “ They prick their 
legs.” 

Hearing this, all looked down, and sure enough 
the ground was thick with thistles, which covered 
the plain from the point where they stood way up 
to the walls of the mysterious city. No pathways 
through them could be seen at all; here the soft grass 
ended and the growth of thistles began. 

“ They’re the prickliest thistles I ever felt,” grum- 
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bled the Lion. “ My legs smart yet from their stings, 
though T jumped out of them as quick as I could.” 

“Here is a new difficulty,” remarked the Wizard 
in a grieved tone. “The city has stopped hopping 
around, it is true; but how are we to get to it, over 
this mass of prickers? ” 

“ They can’t hurt me ,” said the thick-skinned 
Woozy, advancing fearlessly and trampling among the 
thistles. 

“ Nor me,” said the Wooden Sawhorse. 

“But the Lion and the Mule cannot stand the 
prickers,” asserted Dorothy, “ and we can’t leave them 
behind.” 

“Must we all go back?” asked Trot. 

“Course not!” replied Button-Bright scornfully. 
“Always, when there’s trouble, there’s a way out of 
it, if you can find it.” 

“I wish the Scarecrow was here,” said Scraps, 
standing on her head on the Woozy’s square back. 
“His splendid brains would soon show us how to 
conquer this field of thistles.” 

“What’s the matter with your brains?” asked the 
boy. 

“Nothing,” she said, making a flip-flop into the 
thistles and dancing among them without feeling their 
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sharp points. “I could tell you in half a minute 
how to get over the thistles, if I wanted to.” 

“Tell us, Scraps!” begged Dorothy. 

“ I don’t want to wear my brains out with over¬ 
work,” replied the Patchwork Girl. 

“Don’t you love Ozma? And don’t you want to 
find her? ” asked Betsy reproachfully. 

“Yes, indeed,” said Scraps, walking on her hands 
as an acrobat does at the circus. 

“ Well, we can’t find Ozma unless we get past these 
thistles,” declared Dorothy. 

Scraps danced around them two or three times, 
without reply. Then she said: 

“ Don’t look at me, you stupid folks; look at those 
blankets.” 

The Wizard’s face brightened at once. 

“ Of course! ” he exclaimed. “ Why didn’t we think 
of those blankets before?” 

“ Because you haven’t magic brains,” laughed 
Scraps. “ Such brains as you have are of the common 
sort that grow in your heads, like weeds in a garden. 
Pm sorry for you people who have to be born in 
order to be alive.” 

But the Wizard was not listening to her. He 
quickly removed the blankets from the back of the 
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Sawhorse and spread one of them upon the thistles, 
just next the grass. The thick cloth rendered the 
prickers harmless, so the Wizard walked over this 
first blanket and spread the second one farther on, 
in the direction of the phantom city. 

“ These blankets,” said he, “ are for the Lion and 
the Mule to walk upon. The Sawhorse and the Woozy 
can walk on the thistles.” 

So the Lion and the Mule walked over the first 
blanket and stood upon the second one until the 
Wizard had picked up the one they had passed over 
and spread it in front of them, when they advanced 
to that one and waited while the one behind them 
was again spread in front. 

“ This is slow work,” said the Wizard, “ but it will 
get us to the city after a while.” 

“ The city is a good half mile away, yet,” announced 
Button-Bright. 

“ And this is awful hard work for the Wizard,” 
added Trot. 

“Why couldn’t the Lion ride on the Woozy’s 
back? ” asked Dorothy. “ It’s a big, flat back, and the 
Woozy’s mighty strong. Perhaps the Lion wouldn’t 
fall oft.” 

“You may try it, if you like,” said the Woozy to 
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the Lion. “ I can take you to the city in a jiffy and 
then come back for Hank.” 

“I’m — I’m afraid,” said the Cowardly Lion. He 
was twice as big as the Woozy. 

“Try it,” pleaded Dorothy. 

“And take a tumble among the thistles?” asked 
the Lion reproachfully. But when the Woozy came 
close to him the big beast suddenly bounded upon its 
back and managed to balance himself there, although 
forced to hold his four legs so close together that 
he was in danger of toppling over. The great weight 
of the monster Lion did not seem to affect the Woozy, 
who called to his rider: .“Hold on tight!” and ran 
swiftly over the thistles toward the city. 

The others stood on the blankets and watched the 
strange sight anxiously. Of course the Lion couldn’t 
“ hold on tight ” because there was nothing to hold 
to, and he swayed from side to side as if likely to 
fall off any moment. Still, he managed to stick to 
the Woozy’s back until they were close to the walls 
of the city, when he leaped to the ground. Next 
moment the Woozy came dashing back at full speed. 

“ There’s a little strip of ground next the wall where 
there are no thistles,” he told them, when he had 
reached the adventurers once more. “Now, then, 
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friend Hank, see if you can ride as well as the Lion 
did.” 

“Take the others first,” proposed the Mule. So 
the Sawhorse and the Woozy made a couple of trips 
over the thistles to the city walls and carried all the 
people in safety, Dorothy holding little Toto in her 
arms. The travelers then sat in a group on a little 
hillock, just outside the wall, and looked at the great 
blocks of gray stone and waited for the Woozy to 
bring Hank to them. The Mule was very awkward 
and his legs trembled so badly that more than once 
they thought he would tumble off, but finally he 
reached them in safety and the entire party was now 
reunited. More than that, they had reached the city 
that had eluded them for so long and in so strange 
a manner. 

“ The gates must be around the other side,” said 
the Wizard. “ Let us follow the curve of the wall 
until we reach an opening in it.” 

“ Which way? ” asked Dorothy. 

“We must guess at that,” he replied. “Suppose 
we' go to the left? One direction is as good as 
another.” 

They formed in marching order and went around 
the city wall to the left. It wasn’t a big city, as I have 
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said, but to go way around it, outside the high wall, 
was quite a walk, as they became aware. But around 
it our adventurers went, without finding any sign of a 
gateway or other opening. When they had returned 
to the little mound from which they had started, they 
dismounted from the animals and again seated them¬ 
selves on the grassy mound. 

“ It’s mighty queer, isn’t it? ” asked Button-Bright. 

“There must be some way for the people to get 
out and in,” declared Dorothy. “ Do you s’pose they 
have flying machines, Wizard? ” 

“No,” he replied, “for in that case they would 
be flying all over the Land of Oz, and we know they 
have not done that. Flying machines are unknown 
here. I think it more likely that the people use 
ladders to get over the walls.” 

“ It would be an awful climb, over that high stone 
wall,” said Betsy. 

“ Stone, is it? ” cried Scraps, who was again dancing 
wildly around, for she never tired and could never 
keep still for long. 

“.Course it’s stone,” answered Betsy scornfully. 
“ Can’t you see? ” 

“Yes,” said Scraps, going closer, “I can see the 
wall, but I can’t feel it.” And then, with her arms 

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outstretched, she did a very queer thing. She walked 
right into the wall and disappeared. 

“For goodness sake!” cried Dorothy amazed, as 
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“Come on!” she called. “It isn’t there. There 
isn’t any wall at all.” 

“What! No wall?” exclaimed the Wizard. 

“Nothing like it,” said Scraps. “It’s a make- 
believe. You see it, but it isn’t. Come on into the 
city; we’ve been wasting time.” 

With this she danced into the wall again and once 
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more disappeared. Button-Bright, who was rather 
venturesome, dashed away after her and also became 
invisible to them. The others followed more cau¬ 
tiously, stretching out their hands to feel the wall 
and finding, to their astonishment, that they could 
feel nothing because nothing opposed them. They 
walked on a few steps and found themselves in the 
streets of a very beautiful city. Behind them they 
again saw the wall, grim and forbidding as ever; but 
now they knew it was merely an illusion, prepared 
to keep strangers from entering the city. 

But the wall was soon forgotten, for in front of 
them were a number of quaint people who stared 
at them in amazement, as if wondering where they 
had come from. Our friends forgot their good man¬ 
ners, for a time, and returned the stares with 
interest, for so remarkable a people had never 
before been discovered in all the remarkable Land 
of Oz. 

Their heads were shaped like diamonds and their 
bodies like hearts. All the hair they had was a 
little bunch at the tip top of their diamond-shaped 
heads and their eyes were very large and round and 
their noses and mouths very small. Their clothing 
was tight-fitting and of brilliant colors, being hand- 
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somely embroidered in quaint designs with gold or 
silver threads; but on their feet they wore sandals, 
with no stockings whatever. The expression of their 
faces was pleasant enough, although they now showed 
surprise at the appearance of strangers so unlike 
themselves, and our friends thought they seemed quite 
harmless. 

“ I beg your pardon,” said the Wizard, speaking for 
his party, “for intruding upon you uninvited, but 
we are traveling on important business and find it 
necessary to visit your city. Will you kindly tell 
us by what name your city is called? ” 

They looked at one another uncertainly, each 
expecting some other to answer. Finally a short one 
whose heart-shaped body was very broad replied: 

“We have no occasion to call our city anything. 
It is where we live, that is all.” 

“ But by what name do others call your city? ” asked 
the Wizard. 

“We know of no others, except yourselves,” said 
the man. And then he inquired: “Were you born 
with those queer forms you have, or has some cruel 
magician transformed you to them from your natural 
shapes?” 

“ These are our natural shapes,” declared the 
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Wizard, “ and we consider them very good shapes, 
too.” 

The group of inhabitants was constantly being 
enlarged by others who joined it. All were evidently 
startled and uneasy at the arrival of strangers. 

“Have you a King?” asked Dorothy, who knew 
it was better to speak with someone in authority. 
But the man shook his diamond-like head. 

“ What is a King? ” he asked. 

“ Isn’t there anyone who rules over you? ” inquired 
the Wizard. 

“ No,” was the reply, “ each of us rules himself; or, 
at least, tries to do so. It is not an easy thing to do, 
as you probably know.” 

The Wizard reflected. 

“If you have disputes among you,” said he, after 
a little thought, “ who settles them? ” 

“ The High Coco-Lorum,” they answered in a chorus. 

“ An ri who is he?” 

“ The judge who enforces the laws,” said the man 
who had first spoken. 

“ Then he is the principal person here ? ” continued 
the Wizard. 

“Well, I would not say that,” returned the man 
in a puzzled way. “ The High Coco-Lorum is a public 
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servant. However, he represents the laws, which 
we must all obey.” 

“ I think,” said the Wizard, “ we ought to see your 
High Coco-Lorum and talk with him. Our mission 
here requires us to consult one high in authority, and 
the High Coeo-Lorum ought to be high, whatever 
else he is.” 

The inhabitants seemed to consider this proposition 
reasonable, for they nodded their diamond-shaped 
heads in approval. So the broad one who had been 
their spokesman said: “Follow me,” and, turning, 
led the way along one of the streets. 

The entire party followed him, the natives falling 
in behind. The dwellings they passed were quite 
nicely planned and seemed comfortable and conven¬ 
ient. After leading them a few blocks their conductor 
stopped before a house which was neither better nor 
worse than the others. The doorway was shaped to 
admit the strangely formed bodies of these people, 
being narrow at the top, broad in the middle and 
tapering at the bottom. The windows were made in 
much the same way, giving the house a most peculiar 
appearance. When their guide opened the gqte a 
music-box concealed in the gate-post began to play, 
and the sound attracted the attention of the High 
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Chapter Nine 


Coco-Lorum, who appeared at an open window and 
inquired: 

“What has happened now?” 

But in the same moment his eyes fell upon the 
strangers and he hastened to open the door and admit 
them — all but the animals, which were left outside 
with the throng of natives that had now gathered. 
For a small city there seemed to be a large number of 
inhabitants, but they did not try to enter the house 
and contented themselves with staring curiously 
at the strange animals. Toto followed Dorothy. 

Our friends entered a large room at the front of 
the house, where the High Coco-Lorum asked them 
to be seated. 

“I hope your mission here is a peaceful one,” he 
said, looking a little worried, “for the Thists are 
not very good fighters and object to being conquered.” 

“Are your people called Thists?” asked Dorothy. 

“ Yes. I thought you knew that. And we call our 
city Thi.” 

“ Oh! ” 

“ We are Thists because we eat thistles, you know,” 
continued the High Coco-Lorum. 

“ Do you really eat those prickly things? ” inquired 
Button-Bright wonderingly. 

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“ Why not? ” replied the other. “ The sharp points 
of the thistles cannot hurt us, because all our insides 
are gold-lined.” 

“ Gold-lined! ” 

“To be sure. Our throats and stomachs are lined 
with solid gold, and we find the thistles nourishing 
and good to eat. As a matter of fact, there is nothing 
else in our country that is fit for food. All around 
the City of Thi grow countless thistles, and all we 
need do is to go and gather them. If we wanted 
anything else to eat we would have to plant it, and 
grow it, and harvest it, and that would be a lot of 
trouble and make us work, which is an occupation 
we detest.” 

“ But, tell me, please,” said the Wizard, “ how does 
it happen that your city jumps around so, from one 
part of the country to another?” 

“ The city doesn’t jump; it doesn’t move at all,” 
declared the High Coco-Lorum. “ However, I will 
admit that the land that surrounds it has a trick 
of turning this way or that; and so, if one is standing 
upon the plain and facing north, he is likely to find 
himself suddenly facing west—- or east — or south. 
But once you reach the thistle fields you are on solid 
ground.” 


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“ Ah, I begin to understand,” said the Wizard, nod¬ 
ding his head. “ But I have another question to ask: 
How does it happen that the Thists have no King to 
rule over them?” 

“ Hush! ” whispered the High Coco-Lorum, looking 
uneasily around to make sure they were not over¬ 
heard. “In reality, I am the King, but the people 
don’t know it. They think they rule themselves, but 
the fact is I have everything my own way. No one 
else knows anything about our laws, and so I make 
the laws to suit myself. If any oppose me, or question 
my acts, I tell them it’s the law, and that settles it. 
If I called myself King, however, and wore a crown 
and lived in royal state, the people would not like 
me, and might do me harm. As the High Coco-Lorum 
of Thi, I’m considered a very agreeable person.” 

“ It seems a very clever arrangement,” said the 
Wizard. “ And now, as you are the principal person 
in Thi, I beg you to tell us if the Royal Ozma is a 
captive in your city.” 

“ No,” answered the diamond-headed man, “ we have 
no captives. No strangers but yourselves are here, 
and we have never before heard of the Royal Ozma.” 

“She rules all of Oz,” said Dorothy, “and so she 
rules your city and you, because you are in the 
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Winkie Country, which is a part of the Land of Oz.” 

“ It may be,” returned the High Coco-Lorum, “ for 
we do not study geography and have never inquired 
whether we live in the Land of Oz or not. And any 
Ruler who rules us from a distance, and unknown 
to us, is welcome to the job. But what has happened 
to your Royal Ozma?” 

“ Someone has stolen her,” said the Wizard. “ Do 
you happen to have any talented magician among 
your people — one who is especially clever, you 
know? ” 

“No, none especially clever. We do some magic, 
of course, but it is all of the ordinary kind. I do 
not think any of us has yet aspired to stealing Rulers, 
either by magic or otherwise.” 

“ Then we’ve come a long way for nothing! ” 
exclaimed Trot regretfully. 

“ But we are going farther than this,” asserted the 
Patchwork Girl, bending her stuffed body backward 
until her yarn hair touched the floor and then walking 
around on her hands with her feet in the air. 

The High Coco-Lorum watched Scraps admiringly. 

“ You may go farther on, of course,” said he, “ but 
I advise you not to. The Herkus live back of us, 
beyond the thistles and the twisting lands, and they 
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are not very nice people to meet, I assure you.” 

“Are they giants?” asked Betsy. 

“ They are worse than that,” was the reply. “ They 
have giants for their slaves and they are so much 
stronger than giants that the poor slaves dare not 
rebel, for fear of being torn to pieces.” 

“How do you know?” asked Scraps. 

“Everyone says so,” answered the High Coco- 
Lorum. 

“Have you seen the Herkus yourself?” inquired 
Dorothy. 

“No, but what everyone says must be true; other¬ 
wise, what would be the use of their saying it?” 

“We were told, before we got here, that you people 
hitch dragons to your chariots,” said the little girl. 

“ So we do,” declared the High Coco-Lorum. “ And 
that reminds me that I ought to entertain you, as 
strangers and my guests, by taking you for a ride 
around our splendid City of Thi.” 

He touched a button and a band began to play; at 
least, they heard the music of a band, but couldn’t 
tell where it came from. 

“ That tune is the order to my charioteer to bring 
around my dragon-chariot,” said the High Coco- 
Lorum. “ Every time I give an order it is in music, 
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which is a much more pleasant way to address serv¬ 
ants than in cold, stern words.” 

“ Does this dragon of yours bite? ” asked Button- 
Bright. 

“Mercy, no! Do you think I’d risk the safety of 
my innocent people by using a biting dragon to draw 
my chariot? I’m proud to say that my dragon is 
harmless — unless his steering-gear breaks — and he 
was manufactured at the famous dragon-factory in 
this City of Thi. Here he comes and you may examine 
him for yourselves.” 

They heard a low rumble and a shrill squeaking 
sound and, going out to the front of the house, they 
saw coming around the comer a car drawn by a 
gorgeous jeweled dragon, which moved its head to 
right and left and flashed its eyes like the headlights 
of an automobile and uttered a growling noise as it 
slowly moved toward them. 

When it stopped before the High Coco-Lorum’s 
house Toto barked sharply at the sprawling beast, 
but even tiny Trot could see that the dragon was 
not alive. Its scales were of gold and each one was 
set with sparkling jewels, while it walked in such 
a stiff, regular manner that it could be nothing else 
than a machine. The chariot that trailed behind it 
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was likewise of gold and jewels, and when they 
entered it they found there were no seats. Everyone 
was supposed to stand up while riding. 

The charioteer was a little diamond-headed fellow 
who straddled the neck of the dragon and moved 
the levers that made it go. 

“ This,” said the High Coco-Lorum, pompously, “ is 
a wonderful invention. We are all very proud of 
our auto-dragons, many of which are in use by 
our wealthy inhabitants. Start the thing going, 
charioteer! ” 

The charioteer did not move. 

“You forgot to order him in music,” suggested 
Dorothy. 

“ Ah, so I did.” He touched a button and a music- 
box in the dragon’s head began to play a tune. At 
once the little charioteer pulled over a lever and the 
dragon began to move — very slowly and groaning 
dismally as it drew the clumsy chariot after it. Toto 
trotted between the wheels. The Sawhorse, the Mule, 
the Lion and the Woozy followed after and had no 
trouble in keeping up with the machine; indeed, they 
had to go slow to keep from running into it. When 
the wheels turned another music-box concealed some¬ 
where under the chariot played a lively march tune 
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which was in striking contrast with the dragging 
movement of the strange vehicle and Button-Bright 
decided that the music he had heard when they first 
sighted this city was nothing else than a chariot 
plodding its weary way through the streets. 

All the travelers from the Emerald City thought 
this ride the most uninteresting and dreary they had 
ever experienced, but the High Coco-Lorum seemed 
to think it was grand. He pointed out the different 
buildings and parks and fountains, in much the same 
way that the conductor of an American “ sight-seeing 
wagon ” does, and being guests they were obliged to 
submit to the ordeal. But they became a little 
worried when their host told them he had ordered a 
banquet prepared for them in the City Hall. 

“What are we going to eat?” asked Button-Bright 
suspiciously. 

“ Thistles,” was the reply; “ fine, fresh thistles, gath¬ 
ered this very day.” 

Scraps laughed, for she never ate anything, but 
Dorothy said in a protesting voice: 

« Our insides are not lined with gold, you know.” 

“How sad!” exclaimed the High Coco-Lorum; and 
then he added, as an afterthought: “ But we can have 
the thistles boiled, if you prefer.” 

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“ I’m ’fraid they wouldn’t taste good, even then,” 
said little Trot. “ Haven’t you anything else to eat? ” 

The High Coco-Lorum shook his diamond-shaped 
head. 

“Nothing that I know of,” said he. “But why 
should we have anything else, when we have so many 
thistles? However, if you can’t eat what we eat, don’t 
eat anything. We shall not be offended and the ban¬ 
quet will be just as merry and delightful.” 

Knowing his companions were all hungry the 
Wizard said: 

“ I trust you will excuse us from the banquet, sir, 
which will be merry enough without us, although it 
is given in our honor. For, as Ozma is not in your 
city, we must leave here at once and seek her else¬ 
where.” 

“ Sure we must! ” agreed Dorothy, and she whis¬ 
pered to Betsy and Trot: “I’d rather starve some¬ 
where else than in this city, and — who knows? — we 
may run across somebody who eats reg’lar food and 
will give us some.” 

So, when the ride was finished, in spite of the 
protests of the High Coco-Lorum they insisted on 
continuing their journey. 

“ It will soon be dark,” he objected. 

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“We don’t mind the darkness,” replied the Wizard. 

“Some wandering Herku may get you.” 

“Do you think the Herkus would hurt us?” asked 
Dorothy. 

“I cannot say, not having the honor of their 
acquaintance. But they are said to be so strong that, 
if they had any other place to stand upon, they could 
lift the world.” 

“All of them together?” asked Button-Bright 
wonderingly. 

“ Any one of them could do it,” said the High Coco- 
Lorum. 

“Have you heard of any magicians being among 
them?” asked the Wizard, knowing that only a 
magician could have stolen Ozma in the way she 
had been stolen. 

“ I am told it is quite a magical country,” declared 
the High Coco-Lorum, “and magic is usually per¬ 
formed by magicians. But I have never heard that 
they have any invention or sorcery to equal our 
wonderful auto-dragons.” 

They thanked him for his courtesy and, mounting 
their own animals, rode to the farther side of the 
city and right through the Wall of Hlusion out into 
the open country. 


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“ I’m glad we got away so easily,” said Betsy. “ I 
didn’t like those queer-shaped people.” 

“ Nor did I,” agreed Dorothy. “ It seems dreadful 
to be lined with sheets of pure gold and have nothing 
to eat but thistles.” 

“ They seemed happy and contented, though,” 
remarked the little Wizard, “and those who are 
contented have nothing to regret and nothing more 
to wish for.” 



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yond the thistle fields they again found themselves 
upon the turning-lands, which swung them around 
in such a freakish manner that first they were headed 
one way and then another. But by keeping the City 
of Thi constantly behind them the adventurers finally 
passed the treacherous turning-lands and came upon 
a stony country where no grass grew at all. There 
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were plenty of bushes, however, and although it was 
now almost dark the girls discovered some delicious 
yellow berries growing upon the bushes, one taste 
of which set them all to picking as many as they 
could find. The berries relieved their pangs of 
hunger, for a time, and as it now became too dark 
to see anything they camped where they were. 

The three girls lay down upon one of the blankets 
— all in a row — and then the Wizard covered them 
with the other blanket and tucked them in. Button- 
Bright crawled under the shelter of some bushes and 
was asleep in half a minute. The Wizard sat down 
with his back to a big stone and looked at the stars 
in the sky and thought gravely upon the dangerous 
adventure they had undertaken, wondering if they 
would ever be able to find their beloved Ozma again. 
The animals lay in a group by themselves, a little 
distance from the others. 

“I’ve lost my growl!” said To to, who had been 
very silent and sober all that day. “ What do you 
suppose has become of it?” 

“ If you had asked me to keep track of your growl, 
I might be able to tell you,” remarked the Lion 
sleepily. “But, frankly, Toto, I supposed you were 
taking care of it yourself.” 

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“ It’s an awful thing to lose one’s growl,” said Toto, 
wagging his tail disconsolately. “What if you lost 
your roar, Lion? Wouldn’t you feel terrible?” 

“ My roar,” replied the Lion, “ is the fiercest thing 
about me. I depend on it to frighten my enemies so 
badly that they won’t dare to fight me.” 

“ Once,” said the Mule, “ I lost my bray, so that I 
couldn’t call to Betsy to let her know I was hungry. 
That was before I could talk, you know, for I had 
not yet come into the Land of Oz, and I found it was 
certainly very uncomfortable not to be able to make 
a noise.” 

“You make enough noise now,” declared Toto. 
“ But none of you has answered my question: Where 
is my growl?” 

“You may search one ,” said the Woozy. “I don’t 
care for such things myself.” 

“You snore terribly,” asserted Toto. 

“It may be,” said the Woozy. “What one does 
when asleep one is not accountable for. I wish you 
would wake me up, some time when I’m snoring, and 
let me hear the sound. Then I can judge whether 
it is terrible or delightful.” 

“It isn’t pleasant, I assure you,” said the Lion, 

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The Lost Princess of Oz 


“To me it seems wholly unnecessary,” declared 
Hank the Mule. 

“ You ought to break yourself of the habit,” said 
the Sawhorse. “ You never hear me snore, because 
I never sleep. I don’t even whinny, as those puffy 
meat horses do. I wish that whoever stole Toto’s 
growl had taken the Mule’s bray and the Lion’s roar 
and the Woozy’s snore at the same time.” 

“Do you think, then, that my growl was stolen?” 

“ You have never lost it before, have you? ” inquired 
the Sawhorse. 

“ Only once, when I had a sore throat from barking 
too long at the moon.” 

“Is your throat sore now?” asked the Woozy. 

“No,” replied the dog. 

“ I can’t understand,” said Hank, “ why dogs bark 
at the moon. They can’t scare the moon, and the 
moon doesn’t pay any attention to the bark. So why 
do dogs do it? ” 

“Were you ever a dog?” asked Toto. 

“No, indeed,” replied Hank. “I am thankful to 
say I was created a mule — the most beautiful of all 
beasts — and have always remained one.” 

The Woozy sat upon his square haunches to examine 
Hank with care. 


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“Beauty,” said he, “must be a matter of taste. 
I don’t say your judgment is bad, friend Hank, or 
that you are so vulgar as to be conceited. But if you 
admire big waggly ears, and a tail like a paint-brush, 
and hoofs big enough for an elephant, and a long 
neck and a body so skinny that one can count the 
ribs with one eye shut — if that’s your idea of beauty, 
Hank — then either you or I must be much mistaken.” 

“ You’re full of edges,” sneered the Mule. “ If I 
were square, as you are, I suppose you’d think me 
lovely.” 

“Outwardly, dear Hank, I would,” replied the 
Woozy. “ But to be really lovely one must be beau¬ 
tiful without and within.” 

The Mule couldn’t deny this statement, so he gave 
a disgusted grunt and rolled over so that his back 
was toward the Woozy. But the Lion, regarding 
the two calmly with his great yellow eyes, said to 
the dog: 

“My dear Toto, our friends have taught us a 
lesson in humility. If the Woozy and the Mule are 
indeed beautiful creatures, as they seem to think, 
you and I must be decidedly ugly.” 

“Not to ourselves,” protested Toto, who was a 
shrewd little dog. “ You and I, Lion, are fine speci- 
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mens of our own races. I am a fine dog and you 
are a fine lion. Only in point of comparison, one 
with another, can we be properly judged, so I will 
leave it to the poor old Sawhorse to decide which 
is the most beautiful animal among us all. The 
Sawhorse is wood, so he won’t be prejudiced and will 
speak the truth.” 

“I surely will,” responded the Sawhorse, wagging 
his ears, which were chips set in his wooden head. 
“ Are you all agreed to accept my judgment? ” 

“We are!” they declared, each one hopeful. 

“ Then,” said the Sawhorse, “ I must point out to 
you the fact that you are all meat creatures, who tire 
unless they sleep, and starve unless they eat, and 
suffer from thirst unless they drink. Such animals 
must be very imperfect, and imperfect creatures 
cannot be beautiful. Now, I am made of wood.” 

“ You surely have a wooden head,” said the Mule. 

“ Yes, and a wooden body and wooden legs — which 
are as swift as the wind and as tireless. I’ve heard 
Dorothy say that ‘handsome is as handsome does,’ 
and I surely perform my duties in a handsome 
manner. Therefore, if you wish my honest judgment, 
I will confess that among us all I am the most 
beautiful.” 


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The Mule snorted and the Woozy laughed; Toto 
had lost his growl and could only look scornfully 
at the Sawhorse, who stood in his place unmoved. 
But the Lion stretched himself and yawned, saying 
quietly: 

“Were we all like the Sawhorse we would all be 
Sawhorses, which would be too many of the kind; 
were we all like Hank, we would be a herd of mules; 
if like Toto, we would be a pack of dogs; should we 
all become the shape of the Woozy, he would no longer 
be remarkable for his unusual appearance. Finally, 
were you all like me, I would consider you so common 
that I would not care to associate with you. To be 
individual, my friends, to be different from others, 
is the only way to become distinguished from the 
common herd. Let us be glad, therefore, that we 
differ from one another in form and in disposition. 
Variety is the spice of life and we are various enough 
to enjoy one another’s society; so let us be content.” 

“ There is some truth in that speech,” remarked 
Toto reflectively. “But how about my lost growl?” 

“ The growl is of importance only to you,” 
responded the Lion, “ so it is your business to worry 
over the loss, not ours. If you love us, do not inflict 
your burdens on us; be unhappy all by yourself.” 

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“ If the same person stole my growl who stole 
Ozma,” said the little dog, “I hope we shall find 
him very soon and punish him as he deserves. He 
must be the most cruel person in all the world, for 
to prevent a dog from growling when it is his nature 
to growl is just as wicked, in my opinion, as stealing 
all the magic in Oz.” 



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in the dark, had wandered among the rocks and 
bushes all night long, with the result that she was 
able to tell some good news the next morning. 

“ Over the crest of the hill before us,” she said, “ is 
a big grove of trees of many kinds, on which all sorts 
of fruits grow. If you will go there you will find a 
nice breakfast awaiting you.” 

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This made them eager to start, so as soon as the 
blankets were folded and strapped to the back of the 
Sawhorse they all took their places on the animals 
and set out for the big grove Scraps had told them of. 

As soon as they got over the brow of the hill they 
discovered it to be a really immense orchard, extend¬ 
ing for mil es to the right and left of them. As their 
way led straight through the trees they hurried 
forward as fast as possible. 

The first trees they came to bore quinces, which 
they did not like. Then there were rows of citron 
trees and then crab apples and afterward limes and 
lemons. But beyond these they found a grove of big- 
golden oranges, juicy and sweet, and the fruit hung 
low on the branches, so they could pluck it easily. 

They helped themselves freely and all ate oranges 
as they continued on their way. Then, a little farther 
along, they came to some trees bearing fine red apples, 
which they also feasted on, and the Wizard stopped 
here long enough to tie a lot of the apples in one 
end of a blanket. 

“We do not know what will happen to us after 
we leave this delightful orchard,” he said, “ so I think 
it wise to carry a supply of apples with us. We can’t 
starve as long as we have apples, you know.” 

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Scraps wasn’t riding the Woozy just now. She 
loved to climb the trees and swing herself by the 
branches from one tree to another. Some of the 
choicest fruit was gathered by the Patchwork Girl 
from the very highest limbs and tossed down to the 
others. 

Suddenly Trot asked: “Where’s Button-Bright?” 
and when the others looked for him they found the 
boy had disappeared. 

“Dear me!” cried Dorothy. “I guess he’s lost 
again, and that will mean our waiting here until 
we can find him.” 

“It’s a good place to wait,” suggested Betsy, who 
had found a plum tree and was eating some of its 
fruit. 

“How can you wait here, and find Button-Bright, 
at one and the same time?” inquired the Patchwork 
Girl, hanging by her toes on a limb just over the 
heads of the three mortal girls. 

“ Perhaps he’ll come back here,” answered Dorothy. 

“If he tries that, he’ll prob’ly lose bis way,” said 
Trot. “I’ve known him to do that, lots of times. 
It’s losing his way that gets him lost.” 

“ Very true,” said the Wizard. “ So all the rest of 
you must stay here while I go look for the boy.” 

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“Won’t you get lost, too?” asked Betsy. 

“I hope not, my dear.” 

“ Let me go,” said Scraps, dropping lightly to the 
ground. “ I can’t get lost, and I’m more likely to 
find Button-Bright than any of you.” 

Without waiting for permission she darted away 
through the trees and soon disappeared from their 
view. 

“Dorothy,” said Toto, squatting beside his little 
mistress, “ I’ve lost my growl.” 

“ How did that happen? ” she asked. 

“I don’t know,” replied Toto. “Yesterday morn¬ 
ing the Woozy nearly stepped on me and I tried 
to growl at him and found I couldn’t growl a bit.” 

“ Can you bark? ” inquired Dorothy. 

“Oh, yes, indeed!” 

“ Then never mind the growl,” said she. 

“ But what will I do when I get home to the Glass 
Cat and the Pink Kitten?” asked the little dog in 
an anxious voice. 

“ They won’t mind, if you can’t growl at them, I’m 
sure,” said Dorothy. “I’m sorry for you, of course, 
Toto, for it’s just those things we can’t do that 
we want to do most of all; but before we get back 
you may find your growl again.” 

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“ Do you Drink the person who stole Ozma stole 
my growl?” 

Dorothy smiled. 

“ Perhaps, Toto.” 

“Then he’s a scoundrel!” cried the little dog. 

“ Anyone who would steal Ozma is as bad as bad 
can be,” agreed Dorothy, “and when we remember 
that our dear friend, the lovely Ruler of Oz, is lost, 
we ought not to worry over just a growl.” 

Toto was not entirely satisfied with this remark, 
for the more he thought upon his lost growl the 
more important his misfortune became. When no 
one was looking he went away among the trees and 
tried his best to growl — even a little bit — but could 
not manage to do so. All he could do was bark, 
and a bark cannot take the place of a growl, so he 
sadly returned to the others. 

Now, Button-Bright had no idea that he was lost, 
at first. He had merely wandered from tree to tree, 
seeking the finest fruit, until he discovered he was 
alone in the great orchard. But that didn’t worry 
him just then and seeing some apricot trees farther 
on he went to them; then he discovered some cherry 
trees; just beyond these were some tangerines. 

“ We’ve found ’most ev’ry kind of fruit but 
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peaches,” he said to himself, “so I guess there are 
peaches here, too, if I can find the trees.” 

He searched here and there, paying no attention 
to his way, until he found that the trees surrounding 
him bore only nuts. He put some walnuts in his 
pockets and kept on searching and at last — right 
among the nut trees — he came upon one solitary 
peach tree. It was a graceful, beautiful tree, but 
although it was thickly leaved it bore no fruit except 
one large, splendid peach, rosy-cheeked and fuzzy 
and just right to eat. 

Button-Bright had some trouble getting that lone¬ 
some peach, for it hung far out of reach; but he 
climbed the tree nimbly and crept out on .the branch 
on which it grew and after several trials, during 
which he was in danger of falling, he finally managed 
to pick it. Then he got back to the ground and 
decided the fruit was well worth his trouble. It was 
delightfully fragrant and when he bit into it he found 
it the most delicious morsel he had ever tasted. 

“ I really ought to divide it with Trot and Dorothy 
and Betsy,” he said; “but p’rhaps there are plenty 
more in some other part of the orchard.” 

In his heart he doubted this statement, for this was 
a solitary peach tree, while all the other fruits grew 
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upon many trees set close to one another; but that 
one luscious bite made him unable to resist eating the 
rest of it and soon the peach was all gone except 
the pit. 

Button-Bright was about to throw this peach-pit 
away when he noticed that it was of pure gold. Of 
course this surprised him, but so many things in the 
Land of Oz were surprising that he did not give 
much thought to the golden peach-pit. He put it in 
his pocket, however, to show to the girls, and five 
minutes afterward had forgotten all about it. 

For now he realized that he was far separated from 
his companions, and knowing that this would worry 
them and delay their journey, he began to shout as 
loud as he could. His voice did not penetrate very 
far among all those trees, and after shouting a dozen 
times and getting no answer he sat down on the 
ground and said: 

“Well, I’m lost again. It’s too bad, but I don’t 
see how it can be helped.” 

As he leaned his back against a tree he looked up 
and saw a Bluefinch fly down from the sky and alight 
upon a branch just before him. The bird looked and 
looked at him. First it looked with one bright eye 
and then turned its head and looked at him with the 
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other eye. Then, fluttering its wings a little, it said: 

“ Oho! so you’ve eaten the enchanted peach, have 
you? ” 

“ Was it enchanted? ” asked Button-Bright. 

“Of course,” replied the Bluefinch. “Ugu the 
Shoemaker did that.” 

“ But why? And how was it enchanted? And what 
will happen to one who eats it?” questioned the boy. 

“Ask Ugu the Shoemaker; he knows,” said the 
bird, pruning its feathers with its bill. 

“And who is Ugu the Shoemaker?” 

“The one who enchanted the peach, and placed it 
here — in the exact center of the Great Orchard 
so no one would ever find it. We birds didn’t dare 
to eat it; we are too wise for that. But you are 
Button-Bright, from the Emerald City, and you — 
y 0U — YOU ate, the enchanted peach! You must 
explain to Ugu the Shoemaker why you did that.” 

An d then, before the boy could ask any more 
questions, the bird flew away and left him alone. 

Button-Bright was not much worried to find that 
the peach he had eaten was enchanted. It certainly 
had tasted, very good and his stomach didn’t ache a 
bit. So again he began to reflect upon the best way 
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“Whichever direction I follow is likely to be the 
wrong one,” he said to himself, “so I’d better stay 
just where I am and let them find me — if they can.” 

A White Rabbit came hopping through the orchard 
and paused a little way off to look at him. 

“Don’t be afraid,” said Button-Bright; “I won’t 
hurt you.” 

“ Oh, I’m not afraid for myself,” returned the White 
Rabbit. “ It’s you I’m worried about.” 

“Yes; I’m lost,” said the boy. 

“I fear you are, indeed,” answered the Rabbit. 
“Why on earth did you eat the enchanted peach?” 

The boy looked at the excited little animal 
thoughtfully. 

“ There were two reasons,” he explained. “ One 
reason was that I like peaches, and the other reason 
was that I didn’t know it was enchanted.” 

“That won’t save you from Ugu the Shoemaker,” 
declared the White Rabbit and it scurried away before 
the boy could ask any more questions. 

“ Rabbits and birds,” he thought, “ are timid crea¬ 
tures and seem afraid of this shoemaker — whoever 
he may be. If there was another peach half as good 
as that other, I’d eat it in spite of a dozen enchant¬ 
ments or a hundred shoemakers! ” 

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Just then Scraps came dancing along and saw him 
sitting at the foot of the tree. 

“Oh, here you are!” she said. “Up to your old 
tricks, eh? Don’t you know it’s impolite to get lost 
and keep everybody waiting for you? Come along, 
and I’ll lead you back to Dorothy and the others.” 

Button-Bright rose slowly to accompany her. 

“That wasn’t much of a loss,” he said cheerfully. 
“ I haven’t been gone half a day, so there’s no harm 
done.” 

Dorothy, however, when the boy rejoined the party, 
gave him a good scolding. 

“When we’re doing such an important thing as 
searching for Ozma,” said she, “ it’s naughty for you 
to wander away and keep us from getting on. S’pose 
she’s a pris’ner — in a dungeon cell! — do you want 
to keep our dear Ozma there any longer than we can 
help?” 

“ If she’s in a dungeon cell, how are you going to 
get her out? ” inquired the boy. 

“Never you mind; we’ll leave that to the Wizard'; 
he’s sure to find a way.” 

The Wizard said nothing, for he realized that with¬ 
out his magic tools he could do no more than any 
other person. But there was no use reminding his 
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companions of that fact; it might discourage them. 

“ The important thing just now,” he remarked, “ is 
to find Ozma; and, as our party is again happily 
reunited, I propose we move on.” 

As they came to the edge of the Great Orchard the 
sun was setting and they knew it would soon be dark. 
So it was decided to camp under the trees, as another 
broad plain was before them. The Wizard spread 
the blankets on a bed of soft leaves and presently all 
of them except Scraps and the Sawhorse were fast 
asleep. Toto snuggled close to his friend the Lion, 
and the Woozy snored so loudly that the Patchwork 
Girl covered his square head with her apron to deaden 
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went to the edge of the Great Orchard and looked 
across the plain. Something glittered in the far 
distance. 

“ That looks like another city,” she said half aloud. 

“ And another city it is,” declared Scraps, who had 
crept to Trot’s side unheard, for her stuffed feet made 
no sound. “The Sawhorse and I made a journey 
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in the dark, while you were all asleep, and we found 
over there a bigger city than Thi. There’s a wall 
around it, too, but it has gates and plenty of 
pathways.” 

“Did you go in?” asked Trot. 

“ No, for the gates were locked and the wall was 
a real wall. So we came back here again. It isn’t 
far to the city. We can reach it in two hours after 
you’ve had your breakfasts.” 

Trot went back and, finding the other girls now 
awake, told them what Scraps had said. So they 
hurriedly ate some fruit — there were plenty of plums 
and fijoas in this part of the orchard — and then they 
mounted the animals and set out upon the journey 
to the strange city. Hank the Mule had breakfasted 
on grass and the Lion had stolen away and found a 
breakfast to his liking; he never told what it was, 
but Dorothy hoped the little rabbits and the field 
mice had kept out of his way. She warned Toto not 
to chase birds and gave the dog some apple, with 
which he was quite content. The Woozy was as 
fond of fruit as of any other food, except honey, and 
the Sawhorse never ate at all. 

Except for their worry over Ozma they were all 
in good spirits as they proceeded swiftly over the 
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plain. Toto still worried over his lost growl, but like 
a wise little dog kept his worry to himself. Before 
long the city grew nearer and they could examine it 
with interest. 

In outward appearance the place was more impos¬ 
ing than Thi, and it was a square city, with a square, 
four-sided wall around it and on each side was a 
square gate of burnished copper. Everything about 
the city looked solid and substantial; there were no 
banners flying and the towers that rose above the 
city wall seemed bare of any ornament whatever. 

A path led from the fruit orchard directly to one 
of the city gates, showing that the inhabitants pre¬ 
ferred fruit to thistles. Our friends followed this 
path to the gate, which they found fast shut. But 
the Wizard advanced and pounded upon it with his 
fist, saying in a loud voice: “ Open! ” 

At once there rose above the great wall a row of 
immense heads, all of which looked down at them as 
if to see who was intruding. The size of these heads 
was astonishing and our friends at once realized that 
they belonged to giants, who were standing within 
the city. All had thick, bushy hair and whiskers, 
on some the hair being white and on others black or 
red or yellow, while the hair of a few was just turning 
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gray, showing that the giants were of all ages. How¬ 
ever fierce the heads might seem the eyes were mild 
in expression, as if the creatures had been long sub¬ 
dued, and their faces expressed patience rather than 
ferocity. 

“What’s wanted?” asked one old giant, in a low, 
grumbling voice. 

“We are strangers and we wish to enter the city,” 
replied the Wizard. 

“Do you come in war or peace?” asked another. 

“In peace, of course,” retorted the Wizard, and 
he added impatiently: “Do we look like an army 
of conquest?” 

“No,” said the first giant who had spoken, “you 
look like innocent tramps; but one never can tell by 
appearances. Wait here until we report to our mas¬ 
ters. No one can enter here without the permission 
of Yig, the Ozarover.” 

“Who’s that?” inquired Dorothy. But the heads 
had all bobbed down and disappeared behind the wall, 
so there was no answer. 

They waited a long time before the gate rolled 
back with a rumbling sound and a loud voice cried: 
“ Enter! ” But they lost no time in taking advantage 
of the invitation. 


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On either side of the broad street that led into the 
city from the gate stood a row of huge giants — 
twenty of them on a side and all standing so close 
together that their elbows touched. They wore uni¬ 
forms of blue and yellow and were armed with clubs 
as big around as tree-trunks. Each giant had around 
his neck a broad band of gold, riveted on, to show 
he was a slave. 

As our friends entered, riding upon the Lion, the 
Woozy, the Sawhorse and the Mule, the giants half 
turned and walked in two files on either side of them, 
as if escorting them on their way. It looked to 
Dorothy as if all her party had been made prisoners, 
for even mounted on their animals their heads scarcely 
reached to the knees of the marching giants. The 
girls and Button-Bright were anxious to know what 
sort of a city they had entered, and what the people 
were like who had made these powerful creatures 
their slaves. Through the legs of the giants, as they 
walked, Dorothy could see rows of houses on each 
side the street and throngs of people standing on the 
sidewalks; but the people were of ordinary size and 
th^ only remarkable thing about them was the fact 
that they were dreadfully lean and thin. Between 
their skin and their bones there seemed to be little 
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or no flesh, and they were mostly stoop-shouldered 
and weary looking, even to the little children. 

More and more Dorothy wondered how and why the 
great giants had ever submitted to become slaves of 
such skinny, languid masters, but there was no chance 
to question anyone until they arrived at a big palace 
located in the heart of the city. Here the giants 
formed lines to the entrance and stood still while our 
friends rode into the courtyard of the palace. Then 
the gates closed behind them and before them was a 
skinny little man who bowed low and said in a sad 
voice: 

“ If you will be so obliging as to dismount, it will 
give me pleasure to lead you into the presence of the 
World’s Most Mighty Ruler, Yig the Czarover.” 

“ I don’t believe it! ” said Dorothy indignantly. 

“ What don’t you believe? ” asked the man. 

“I don’t believe your Czarover can hold a candle 
to our Ozma.” 

“He wouldn’t hold a candle under any circum¬ 
stances, or to any living person,” replied the man very 
seriously, “for he has slaves to do such things and 
the Mighty Vig is too dignified to do anything that 
others can do for him. He even obliges a slave to 
sneeze for him, if ever he catches cold. However, if 
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you dare to face our powerful ruler, follow me.” 

“We dare anything,” said the Wizard, “so go 
ahead.” 

Through several marble corridors having lofty ceil¬ 
ings they passed, finding each corridor and doorway 
guarded by servants; but these servants of the palace 
were of the people and not giants, and they were so 
thin that they almost resembled skeletons. Finally 
they entered a great circular room with a high domed 
ceiling where the Czarover sat on a throne cut from 
a solid block of white marble and decorated with 
purple silk hangings and gold tassels. 

The ruler of these people was combing his eyebrows 
when our friends entered his throne-room and stood 
before him, but he put the comb in his pocket and 
examined the strangers with evident curiosity. Then 
he said: 

“Dear me, what a surprise! You have really 
shocked me. For no outsider has ever before come to 
our City of Herku, and I cannot imagine why you 
have ventured to do so.” 

“We are looking for Ozma, ths Supreme Ruler of 
the Land of Oz,” replied the Wizard. 

“ Do you see her anywhere around here? ” asked the 
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“ Not yet, Your Majesty; but perhaps you may tell 
us where she is.” 

“No; I have my hands full keeping track of my 
own people. I find them hard to manage because 
they are so tremendously strong.” 

“ They don’t look very strong,” said Dorothy. “ It 
seems as if a good wind would blow ’em way out 
of the city, if it wasn’t for the wall.” 

“ Just so — just so,” admitted the Czarover. “ They 
really look that way, don’t they? But you must never 
trust to appearances, which have a way of fooling 
one. Perhaps you noticed that I prevented you from 
meeting any of my people. I protected you with my 
giants while you were on the way from the gates to 
my palace, so that not a Herku got near you.” 

“ Are your people so dangerous, then? ” asked the 
Wizard. 

“To strangers, yes; but only because they are so 
friendly. For, if they shake hands with you, they are 
likely to break your arms or crush your fingers to a 
jelly.” 

“Why?” asked Button-Bright. 

“Because we are the strongest people in all the 
world.” 

“Pshaw!” exclaimed the boy, “that’s bragging. 

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You prob’ly don’t know how strong other people are. 
Why, once I knew a man in Philadelphi’ who could 
bend iron bars with just his hands! ” 

“ But — mercy me! — it’s no trick to bend iron 
bars,” said His Majesty. “ Tell me, could this man 
crush a block of stone with his bare hands'? ” 

“No one could do that,” declared the boy. 

“ If I had a block of stone I’d show you,” said the 
Czarover, looking around the room. “ Ah, here is my 
throne. The back is too high, anyhow, so I’ll just 
break off a piece of that.” 

He rose to his feet and tottered in an uncertain way 
around the throne. Then he took hold of the back 
and broke off a piece of marble over a foot thick. 

“ This,” said he, coming back to his seat, “ is very 
solid marble and much harder than ordinary stone. 
Yet I can crumble it easily with my fingers — a proof 
that I am very strong.” 

Even as he spoke he began breaking off chunks of 
marble and crumbling them as one would a bit of 
earth. The Wizard was so astonished that he took a 
piece in his own hands and tested it, finding it very 
hard indeed. 

Just then one of the giant servants entered and 
exclaimed: 


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“Oh, Your Majesty, the cook has burned the soup! 
What shall we do?” 

“ How dare you interrupt me? ” asked the Czarover, 
and grasping the immense giant by one of his legs he 
raised him in the air and threw him headfirst out of 
an open window. 

“ Now, tell me,” he said, turning to Button-Bright, 
“ could your man in Philadelphia crumble marble in 
his fingers? ” 

“ I guess not,” said Button-Bright, much impressed 
by the skinny monarch’s strength. 

“ What makes you so strong? ” inquired Dorothy. 

“ It’s the zosozo,” he explained, “ which is an inven¬ 
tion of my own. I and all my people eat zosozo, and 
it gives us tremendous strength. Would you like to 
eat some?” 

“No, thank you,” replied the girl. “I — I don’t 
want to got so thin.” 

“Well, of course one can’t have strength and flesh 
at the same time,” said the Czarover. “ Zosozo is pure 
energy, and it’s the only compound of its sort in exist¬ 
ence. I never allow our giants to have it, you know, 
or they would soon become our masters, since they 
are bigger than we; so I keep all the stuff locked up 
in my private laboratory. Once a year I feed a tea- 
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spoonful of it to each of my people — men, women 
and children — so every one of them is nearly as 
strong as I am. Wouldn’t you like a dose, sir? ” he 
asked, turning to the Wizard. 

“ Well,” said the Wizard, “ if you would give me a 
little zosozo in a bottle, I’d like to take it with me on 
my travels. It might come handy, on occasion.” 

“To be sure. I’ll give you enough for six doses,” 
promised the Czarover. “ But don’t take more than 
a teaspoonful at a time. Once Ugu the Shoemaker 
took two teaspoonsful, and it made him so strong that 
when he leaned against the city wall he pushed it over, 
and we had to build it up again.” 

“Who is Ugu the Shoemaker?” asked Button- 
Bright curiously, for he now remembered that the 
bird and the rabbit had claimed Ugu the Shoemaker 
had enchanted the peach he had eaten. 

“ Why, Ugu is a great magician, who used to live 
here. But he’s gone away, now,” replied the Czarover. 

“ Where has he gone? ” asked the Wizard quickly. 

“I am told he lives in a wickerwork castle in the 
mountains to the west of here. You see, Ugu became 
such a powerful magician that he didn’t care to live 
in our city any longer, for fear we would discover 
some of his secrets. So He went to the mountains and 
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built Mm a splendid wicker castle, which is so strong 
that even I and my people could not batter it down, 
and there he lives all by himself.” 

“ This is good news,” declared the Wizard, “ for I 
think this is just the magician we are searcMng for. 
But why is he called Ugu the Shoemaker? ” 

“ Once he was a very common citizen here and made 
shoes for a living,” replied the monarch of Herku. 
“ But he was descended from the greatest wizard and 
sorcerer who has ever lived — in tMs or in any other 
country — and one day Ugu the Shoemaker discovered 
all the magical books and recipes of Ms famous great¬ 
grandfather, which had been Mdden away in the attic 
of Ms house. So he began to study the papers and 
books and .to practice magic, and in time he became 
so skillful that, as I said, he scorned our city and built 
a solitary castle for himself.” 

“ Do you tMnk,” asked Dorothy anxiously, “ that 
Ugu the Shoemaker would be wicked enough to steal 
our Ozma of Oz? ” 

“And the Magic Picture?” asked Trot. 

“And the Great Book of Records of Glinda the 
Good?” asked Betsy. 

“ And my own magic tools? ” asked the Wizard. 

“Well,” replied the Czarover, “I won’t say that 
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TJgu is wicked, exactly, but be is very ambitious to 
become the most powerful magician in the world, and 
so I suppose he would not be too proud to steal any 
magic things that belonged to anybody else — if he 
could manage to do so.” 

“ But how about Ozma 1 ? Why would he wish to 
steal herV’ questioned Dorothy. 

“ Don’t ask me, my dear. TJgu doesn’t tell me why 
he does things, I assure you.” 

“ Then we must go and ask him ourselves,” declared 
the little girl. 

“I wouldn’t do that, if I were you,” advised the 
Czarover, looking first at the three girls and then at 
the boy and the little Wizard and finally at the stuffed 
Patchwork Girl. “If TJgu has really stolen your 
Ozma, he will probably keep her a prisoner, in spite 
of all your threats or entreaties. And, with all his 
magical knowledge, he would be a dangerous person 
to attack. Therefore, if you are wise, you will go 
home again and find a new Ruler for the Emerald City 
and the Land of Oz. But perhaps it isn’t TJgu the 
Shoemaker who has stolen your Ozma.” 

“ The only way to settle that question,” replied the 
Wizard, “is to go to TJgu’s castle and see if Ozma is 
tl . If she is, we will report the matter to the great 
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Sorceress, Glinda the Good, and I’m pretty sure she 
will find a w T ay to rescue our darling ruler from the 
Shoemaker.” 

“ Well, do as you please,” said the Czarover. “ But, 
if you are all transformed into hummingbirds or 
caterpillars, don’t blame me for not warning you.” 

They stayed the rest of that day in the City of 
Herku and were fed at the royal table of the Czarover 
and given sleeping rooms in his palace. The strong 
monarch treated them very nicely and gave the Wiz¬ 
ard a little golden vial of zosozo, to use if ever he or 
any of his party wished to acquire great strength. 

Even at the last the Czarover tried to persuade them 
not to go near Ugu the Shoemaker, but they were 
resolved on the venture and the next morning bade 
the friendly monarch a cordial good-bye and, mount¬ 
ing upon their animals, left the Herkus and the City 
of Herku and headed for the mountains that lay to the 
west. 


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Cayke the Cookie Cook, who had left the Yip Country 
in search of the diamond-studded gold dishpan which 
had been mysteriously stolen the same night that 
Ozma had disappeared from the Emerald City. But 
you must remember that while the Frogman and the 
Cookie Cook were preparing to descend from their 
mountain-top, and even while on their way to the 
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farmhouse of Wiljon the Winkie, Dorothy and the 
Wizard and their friends were encountering the 
adventures we have just related. 

So it was that on the very morning when the trav¬ 
elers from the Emerald City bade farewell to the 
Czarover of the City of Herku, Cayke and the Frog¬ 
man awoke in a grove in which they had passed the 
night sleeping on beds of leaves. There were plenty 
of farmhouses in the neighborhood, but no one seemed 
to welcome the puffy, haughty Frogman or the little 
dried-up Cookie Cook, and so they slept comfortably 
enough underneath the trees of the grove. 

The Frogman wakened first, on this morning, and 
after going to the tree where Cayke slept and finding 
her still wrapt in slumber, he decided to take a little 
walk and seek some breakfast. Coming to the edge 
of the grove he observed, half a mile away, a pretty 
yellow house that was surrounded by a yellow picket 
fence, so he walked toward this house and on entering 
the yard found a Winkie woman picking up sticks 
with which to build a fire to cook her morning meal. 

“ For goodness sakes! ” she exclaimed on seeing the 
Frogman, “ what are you doing out of your frog- 
pond?” 

“ I am traveling in search of a jeweled gold dishpan, 
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my good woman,” he replied, with an air of great 
dignity. 

“ You won’t find it here, then,” said she. “ Our dish- 
pans are tin, and they’re good enough for anybody. 
So go back to your pond and leave me alone.” 

She spoke rather crossly and with a lack of respect 
that greatly annoyed the Frogman. 

“ Allow me to tell you, madam,” he said, “ that 
although I am a frog I am the Greatest and Wisest 
Frog in all the world. I may add that I possess much 
more wisdom than any Winkie — man or woman — 
in this land. Wherever I go, people fall on their knees 
before me and render homage to the Great Frogman! 
No one else knows so much as I; no one else is so grand 
— so magnificent! ” 

“ If you know so much,” she retorted, “ why don’t 
you know where your dishpan is, instead of chasing 
around the country after it?” 

“Presently,” he answered, “I am going where it 
is; but just now I am traveling and have had no 
breakfast. Therefore I honor you by asking you for 
something to eat.” 

“ Oho! the Great Frogman is hungry as any tramp, 
is he ? Then pick up these sticks and help me to build 
the fire,” said the woman contemptuously. 

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“Me! The Great Frogman pick up sticks?” he 
exclaimed in horror. “ In the Yip Country, where I 
am more honored and powerful than any King could 
be, people weep with joy when I ask them to feed me.” 

“Then that’s the place to go for your breakfast,” 
declared the woman. 

“ I fear you do not realize my importance,” urged 
the Frogman. “ Exceeding wisdom renders me 
superior to menial duties.” 

“ It’s a great wonder to me,” remarked the woman, 
carrying her sticks to the house, “ that your wisdom 
doesn’t inform you that you’ll get no breakfast here,” 
and she went in and slammed the door behind her. 

The Frogman felt he had been insulted, so he gave 
a loud croak of indignation and turned away. After 
going a short distance he came upon a faint path 
which led across a meadow in the direction of a grove 
of pretty trees, and thinking this circle of evergreens 
must surround a house — where perhaps he would be 
kindly received — he decided to follow the path. And 
by and by he came to the trees, which were set close 
together, and pushing aside some branches he found 
no house inside the circle, but instead a very beautiful 
pond of clear water. 

Now the Frogman, although he was so big and so 
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well educated and now aped the ways and customs 
of human beings, was still a frog. As he gazed at this 
solitary, deserted pond, his love for water returned to 
him with irresistible force. 

“ If I cannot get a breakfast I may at least have a 
fine swim,” said he, and pushing his way between the 
trees he reached the hank. There he took off his fine 
clothing, laying his shiny purple hat and his gold¬ 
headed cane beside it. A moment later he sprang 
with one leap into the water and dived to the very 
bottom of the pond. 

The water w T as deliciously cool and grateful to his 
thick, rough skin, and the Frogman swam around the 
pond several times before he stopped to rest. Then 
he floated upon the surface and examined the pond 
with some curiosity. The bottom and sides were all 
lined with glossy tiles of a light pink color; just one 
place in the bottom, where the water bubbled up from 
a hidden spring, had been left free. On the banks the 
green grass grew to the edge of the pink tiling. 

And now, as the Frogman examined the place, he 
found that on one side the pool, just above the water 
line, had been set a golden plate on which some words 
were deeply engraved. He swam toward this plate 
and on reaching it read the following inscription: 

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This is 

THE TRUTH POND 

Whoever bathes in this 
water must always 
afterward tell 
THE TRUTH 

This statement startled the Frogman. It even 
worried him, so that he leaped upon the bank and 
hurriedly began to dress himself. 

“ A great misfortune has befallen me,” he told him¬ 
self, “ for hereafter I cannot tell people I am wise, 
since it is not the truth. The truth is that my boasted 
wisdom is all a sham, assumed by me to deceive people 
and make them defer to me. In truth, no living 
creature can know much more than his fellows, for one 
may know one thing, and another know another thing, 
so that wisdom is evenly scattered throughout the 
world. But — ah, me! — what a terrible fate will now* 
be mine. Even Cayke the Cookie Cook will soon dis¬ 
cover that my knowledge is no greater than her own; 
for having bathed in the enchanted water of the Truth 
Pond, I can no longer deceive her or tell a lie.” 

More humbled than he had been for many years, the 
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Frogman went back to the grove where he had left 
Cayke and found the woman now awake and washing 
her face in a tiny brook. 

“ Where has Your Honor been? ” she asked. 

“ To a farmhouse to ask for something to eat,” said 
he, “ but the woman refused me.” 

“ How dreadful! ” she exclaimed. “ But never mind; 
there are other houses, where the people will be glad 
to feed the Wisest Creature in all the World.” 

“ Do you mean yourself? ” he asked. 

“ No, I mean you.” 

The Frogman felt strongly impelled to tell the truth, 
but struggled hard against it. His reason told him 
there was no use in letting Cayke know he was not 
wise, for then she would lose much respect for him, but 
each time he opened his mouth to speak he realized he 
was about to tell the truth and shut it again as quickly 
as possible. He tried to talk about something else, but 
the words necessary to undeceive the woman would 
force themselves to his lips in spite of all his struggles. 
Finally, knowing that he must either remain dumb or 
let the truth prevail, he gave a low groan of despair 
and said: 

“ Cayke, I am not the Wisest Creature in all the 
World; I am not wise at all.” 

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“Oh, you must be!” she protested. “You told me 
so yourself, only last evening.” 

“ Then last evening I failed to tell you the truth,” 
he admitted, looking very shamefaced, for a frog. “ I 
am sorry I told you that lie, my good Cayke; but, if 
you must know the truth, the whole truth and nothing 
but the truth, I am not really as wise as you are.” 

The Cookie Cook was greatly shocked to hear this, 
for it shattered one of her most pleasing illusions. 
She looked at the gorgeously dressed Frogman in 
amazement. 

“What has caused you to change your mind so 
suddenly?” she inquired. 

“ I have bathed in the Truth Pond,” he said, “ and 
whoever bathes in that water is ever afterward obliged 
to tell the truth.” 

“ You were foolish to do that,” declared the woman. 
“ It is often very embarrassing to tell the truth. I’m 
glad I didn’t bathe in that dreadful water! ” 

The Frogman looked at his companion thoughtfully. 

“ Cayke,” said he, “ I want you to go to the Truth 
Pond and take a bath in its water. For, if we are to 
travel together and encounter unknown adventures, it 
would not be fair that I alone must always tell you the 
truth, while you could tell me whatever you pleased. 

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If we both dip in the enchanted water there will be no 
chance in the future of our deceiving one another.” 

“ No,” she asserted, shaking her head positively, “I 
won’t do it, Your Honor. For, if I told you the truth, 
I’m sure you wouldn’t like me. No Truth Pond for 
me. I’ll be just as I am, an honest woman who can 
say what she wants to without hurting anyone’s 
feelings.” 

With this decision the Frogman was forced to be 
content, although he was sorry the Cookie Cook would 
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Cook turned to the east to seek another house and 
after a short walk came to one where the people 
received them very politely. The children stared 
rather hard at the big, pompous Frogman, but the 
woman of the house, when Cayke asked for something 
to eat, at once brought them food and said they were 
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“Few people in need of help pass this way,” she 
remarked, “for the Winkies are all prosperous and 
love to stay in their own homes. But perhaps you are 
not a Winkie,” she added. 

“ No,” said Cayke, “ I am a Yip, and my home is on 
a high mountain at the southeast of your country.” 

“And the Frogman — is he, also, a Yip?” 

“I do not know what he is, other than a very 
remarkable and highly educated creature,” replied the 
Cookie Cook. “ But he has lived many years among 
the Yips, who have found him so wise and intelligent 
that they always go to him for advice.” 

“ May I ask why you have left your home, and 
where you are going? ” said the Winkie woman. 

Then Cayke told her of the diamond-studded gold 
dishpan and how it had been mysteriously stolen from 
her house, after which she had discovered that she 
could no longer cook good cookies. So she had resolved 
to search until she found her dishpan again, because 
a Cookie Cook who cannot cook good cookies is not of 
much use. The Frogman, who wanted to see more of 
the world, had accompanied her to assist in the search. 
When the woman had listened to this story she asked. 

“ Then you have no idea, as yet, who has stolen your 
dishpan? ” 


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“ I only know it must have been some mischievous 
fairy, or a magician, or some such powerful person, 
because none other could have climbed the steep 
mountain to the Tip Country. And who else could 
have carried away my beautiful, magic dishpan 
without being seen?” 

The woman thought about this during the time that 
Cayke and the Frogman ate their breakfast. When 
they had finished she said: 

“ Where are you going next? ” 

“We have not decided,” answered the Cookie Cook. 

“ Our plan,” explained the Frogman, in his impor¬ 
tant way, “is to travel from place to place until we 
learn where the thief is'located, and then to force h i m 
to return the dishpan to its proper owner.” 

“ The plan is all right,” agreed the woman, “ but it 
may take you a long time before you succeed, your 
method being sort of haphazard and indefinite. How¬ 
ever, I advise you to travel toward the east.” 

“ Why? ” asked the Frogman. 

“ Because if you went west you would soon come to 
the desert, and also because in this part of the Winkie 
Country no one steals, so your time here would be 
wasted. But toward the east, beyond the river, live 
many strange people whose honesty I would not vouch 
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for. Moreover, if you journey far enough east and 
cross the river for a second time, you will come to the 
Emerald City, where there is much magic and sorcery. 
The Emerald City is ruled by a dear little girl called 
Ozma, who also rules the Emperor of the Winkies and 
all the Land of Oz. So, as Ozma is a fairy, she may 
be able to tell you just who has taken your precious 
dishpan. Provided, of course, you do not find it 
before you reach her.” 

“ This seems to me to be excellent advice,” said the 
Frogman, and Cayke agreed with him. 

“ The most sensible thing for you to do,” continued 
the woman, “ would be to return to your home and 
use another dishpan, learning to cook cookies as other 
people cook cookies, without the aid of magic. But, 
if you cannot be happy without the magic dishpan 
you have lost, you are likely to learn more about it in 
the Emerald City than at any other place in Oz.” 

They thanked the good woman and on leaving her 
house faced the east and continued in that direction 
all the way. Toward evening they came to the west 
branch of the Winkie River and there, on the river 
bank, found a ferryman who lived all alone in a little 
yellow house. 

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and a very large body. He was sitting in his doorway 
as the travelers approached him and did not even turn 
his head to look at them. 

“ Good evening,” said the Frogman. 

The ferryman made no reply. 

“We would,like some supper and the privilege of 
sleeping in your house until morning,” continued 
the Frogman. “At daybreak we would like some 
breakfast and then we would like to have you row 
us across the river.” 

The ferryman neither moved nor spoke. He sat in 
his doorway and looked straight ahead. 

“ I think he must be deaf and dumb,” Cayke whis¬ 
pered to her companion. Then she stood directly in 
front of the ferryman and putting her mouth close to 
his ear she yelled as loudly as she could: 

“ Good evening! ” 

The ferryman scowled. 

“ Why do you yell at me, woman? ” he asked. 

“Can you hear what I say?” she asked in her 
ordinary tone of voice. 

“ Of course,” replied the man. 

“ Then why didn’t you answer the Frogman? ” 

“ Because,” said the ferryman, “ I don’t understand 
the frog language.” 


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“He speaks the same words that I do and in the 
same way,” declared Cayke. 

“Perhaps,” replied the ferryman; “but to me his 
voice sounded like a frog’s croak. I know that in the 
Land of Oz animals can speak our language, and so 
can the birds and bugs and fishes; but in my ears they 
sound merely like growls and chirps and croaks.” 

“ Why is that? ” asked the Cookie Cook in surprise. 

“ Once, many years ago, I cut the tail off a fox which 
had taunted me; and I stole some birds’ eggs from a 
nest to make an omelet with, and also I pulled a fish 
from the river and left it lying on the bank to gasp 
for lack of water until it died. I don’t know why I 
did those wicked things, but I did them. So the 
Emperor of the Winkies — who is the Tin Woodman 
and has a very tender tin heart — punished me by 
denying me any communication with beasts, birds or 
fishes. I cannot understand them when they speak 
to me, although I know that other people can do so, 
nor can the creatures understand a word I say to them. 
Every time I meet one of them I am reminded of my 
former cruelty, and it makes me very unhappy.” 

“ Really,” said Cayke, “ I’m sorry for you, although 
the Tin Woodman is not to blame for punishing you.” 

“ What is he mumbling about? ” asked the Frogman. 

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“ He is talking to me, but you don’t understand 
him,” she replied. And then she told him of the ferry¬ 
man’s punishment and afterward explained to the 
ferryman that they wanted to stay all night with him 
and be fed. 

He gave them some fruit and bread, which was the 
only sort of food he had, and he allowed Cayke to 
sleep in a room of his cottage. But the Frogman he 
refused to. admit to his house, saying that the frog’s 
presence made him miserable and unhappy. At no 
time would he look directly at the Frogman, or even 
toward him, fearing he would shed tears if he did so; 
so the big frog slept on the river bank, where he could 
hear little frogs croaking in the river all the night 
through. But that did not keep him awake; it merely 
soothed him to slumber, for he realized how much 
superior he was to them. 

Just as the sun was rising on a new day the ferry¬ 
man rowed the two travelers across the river — keep¬ 
ing his back to the Frogman all the way — and then 
Oayke thanked him and bade him good-bye and the 
ferryman rowed home again. 

On this side the river there were no paths at all, so 
it was evident they had reached a part of the country 
little frequented by travelers. There was a marsh at 
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the south of them, sandhills at the north and a growth 
of scrubby underbrush leading toward a forest at the 
east. So the -«ast was really the least difficult way to 
go and that direction was the one they had determined 
to follow. 

Now the Frogman, although he wore green patent- 
leather shoes with ruby buttons, had very large and 
flat feet, and when he tramped through the scrub his 
weight crushed down the underbrush and made a path 
for Cayke to follow him. Therefore they soon reached 
the forest, where the tall trees were set far apart but 
were so leafy that they shaded all the spaces between 
them with their branches. 

“There are no bushes here,” said Cayke, much 
pleased, “ so we can now travel faster and with more 
comfort.” 



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The Big Lavender Bear 


It was a pleasant 
place to wander in 
and the two travel¬ 
ers were proceed¬ 
ing at a brisk pace when suddenly a voice shouted: 

“ Halt! ” 

They looked around in surprise, seeing at first no 
one at all. Then from behind a tree there stepped a 
brown fuzzy bear, whose head came about as high as 
Cayke’s waist — and Cayke was a small woman. The 
bear was chubby as well as fuzzy; his body was even 
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puffy, while his legs and arms seemed jointed at the 
knees and elbows and fastened to his body by pins or 
rivets. His ears were round in shape and stuck out 
in a comical way, while his round black eyes were 
bright and sparkling as beads. Over his shoulder the 
little brown bear bore a gun with a tin barrel. The 
barrel had a cork in the end of it and a string was 
attached to the cork and to the handle of the gun. 

Both the Frogman and Cayke gazed hard at this 
curious bear, standing silent for some time. But 
finally the Frogman recovered from his surprise and 
remarked: 

“ it seems to me that you are stuffed with sawdust 
and ought not to be alive.” 

“ That’s all you know about it,” answered the little 
Brown Bear in a squeaky voice. “ I am stuffed with 
a very good quality of curled hair and my skin is the 
best "plush that was ever made. As for my being 
alive, that is my own affair and cannot concern you 
at all — except that it gives me the privilege to say 
you are my prisoners.” 

“Prisoners! Why do you speak such nonsense?’ 
asked the Frogman angrily. “Do you think we are 
afraid of a toy bear with a toy gun? ” 

« You ought to be,” was the confident reply, “ for I 
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am merely the sentry guarding the way to Bear Cen¬ 
ter, which is a city containing hundreds of my race, 
who are ruled by a very powerful sorcerer known as 
the Lavender Bear. He ought to be a purple color, 
you know, seeing he is a King, but he’s only light 
lavender, which is, of course, second-cousin to royal 
purple. So, unless you come with me peaceably, as 
my prisoners, I shall fire my gun and bring a hundred 
bears — of all sizes and colors — to capture you.” 

“Why do you wish to capture us?” inquired the 
Frogman, who had listened to this speech with much 
astonishment. 

“ I don’t wish to, as a matter of fact,” replied the 
little Brown Bear, “ but it is my duty to, because you 
are now trespassing on the domain of His Majesty the 
King of Bear Center. Also I will admit that things 
are rather quiet in our city, just now, and the excite¬ 
ment of your capture, followed by your trial and 
execution, should afford us much entertainment.” 

“ We defy you! ” said the Frogman. 

“ Oh, no; don’t do that,” pleaded Cayke, speaking to 
her companion. “ He says his Xing is a sorcerer, so 
perhaps it is he or one of his bears who ventured to 
steal my jeweled dishpan. Let us go to the City of 
the Bears and discover if my dishpan is there,” 

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“ I must now register one more charge against you,” 
remarked the little Brown Bear, with evident satis¬ 
faction. “ You have just accused us of stealing, and 
that is such a dreadful thing to say that I am quite 
sure our noble King will command you to be 
executed.” 

“But how could you execute us?” inquired the 
Cookie Cook. 

“I’ve no idea. But our King is a wonderful 
inventor and there is no doubt he can find a proper 
way to destroy you. So, tell me, are you going to 
struggle, or will you go peaceably to meet your 
doom? ” 

It was all so ridiculous that Cayke laughed aloud 
and even the Frogman’s wide mouth curled in a smile. 
Neither was a bit afraid to go to the Bear City and it 
seemed to both that there was a possibility they might 
discover the missing dishpan. So the Frogman said: 

“Lead the way, little Bear, and we will follow 
without a struggle.” 

“That’s very sensible of you; very sensible, 
indeed! ” declared the Brown Bear. “ So — for-ward 
march!” and with the command he turned around 
and began to waddle along a path that led between 
the trees. 


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Cayke and the Frogman, as they followed their con¬ 
ductor, could scarce forbear laughing at his stiff, awk¬ 
ward manner of walking and, although he moved his 
stuffy legs fast, his steps were so short that they had 
to go slowly in order not to run into him. But after 
a time they reached a large, circular space in the cen¬ 
ter of the forest, which was clear of any stumps or 
underbrush. The ground was covered by a soft gray 
moss, pleasant to tread upon. All the trees surround¬ 
ing this space seemed to be hollow and had round 
holes in their trunks, set a little way above the ground, 
but otherwise there was nothing unusual about the 
place and nothing, in the opinion of the prisoners, to 
indicate a settlement. But the little Brown Bear said 
in a proud and impressive voice (although it still 
squeaked): 

“ This is the wonderful city known to fame as Bear 
Center! ” 

“ But there are no houses; there are no bears living 
here at all! ” exclaimed Cayke. 

“ Oh, indeed! ” retorted their captor and raising his 
gun he pulled the trigger. The cork flew out of the 
tin barrel with a loud “ pop! ” and at once from every 
hole in every tree within view of the clearing appeared 
the head of a bear. They were of many colors and of 
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many sizes, but all were made in the same manner as 
the bear who had met and captured them. 

At first a chorus of growls arose and then a sharp 
voice cried: 

“ What has happened, Corporal Waddle? ” 

“ Captives, Your Majesty! ” answered the Brown 
Bear. “Intruders upon our domain and slanderers 
of our good name.” 

“ Ah, that’s important,” answered the voice. 

Then from out the hollow trees tumbled a whole 
regiment of stuffed bears, some carrying tin swords, 
some popguns and others long spears with gay ribbons 
tied to the handles. There were hundreds of them, 
altogether, and they quickly formed a circle around 
the Frogman and the Cookie Cook but kept at a 
distance and left a large space for the prisoners to 
stand in. 

Presently this circle parted and into the center of 
it stalked a huge toy bear of a lovely lavender color. 
He walked upon his hind legs, as did all the others, 
and on his head he wore a tin crown set with diamonds 
and amethysts, while in one paw he carried a short 
wand of some glittering metal that resembled silver 
but wasn’t. 

“ His Majesty the King! ” shouted Corporal Waddle, 
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and all the bears bowed low. Some bowed so low that 
they lost their balance and toppled over, but they soon 
scrambled up again and the Lavender Bang squatted 
on his haunches before the prisoners and gazed at 
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carefully examined the strangers. 

“ I am sorry to hear you call poor Cayke the Cookie 
Cook a Freak,” remonstrated the Frogman. 

4 ‘ She is the Person,” asserted the King. “ Unless I 
am mistaken, it is you who are the Freak.” 

The Frogman was silent, for he could not truthfully 
deny it. 


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“Why have you dared intrude in my forest?” 
demanded the Bear King. 

“We didn’t know it was your forest,” said Cayke, 
“and we are on our way to the far east, where the 
Emerald City is.” 

“Ah, it’s a long way from here to the Emerald 
City,” remarked the King. “ It is so far away, indeed, 
that no bear among us has ever been there. But what 
errand requires you to travel such a distance? ” 

“ Someone has stolen my diamond-studded gold 
dishpan,” explained Cayke; “and, as I cannot be 
happy without it, I have decided to search the world 
over until I find it again. The Frogman, who is very 
learned and wonderfully wise, has come with me to 
give me his assistance. Isn’t it kind of him?” 

The King looked at the Frogman. 

“ WFat makes you so wonderfully wise? ” he asked. 

“ I’m not,” was the candid reply. “ The Cookie 
Cook, and some others in the Yip Country, think 
because I am a big frog and talk and act like a man, 
that I must be very wise. I have learned more than 
a frog usually knows, it is true, but I am not yet so 
wise as I hope to become at some future time.” 

The King nodded, and when he did so something 
squeaked in his chest. 


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“ Did Your Majesty speak? ” asked Cayke. 

“Not just then,” answered the Lavender Bear, 
seeming to be somewhat embarrassed. “ I am so built, 
you must know, that when anything pushes against 
my chest, as my chin accidentally did just then, I 
make that silly noise. In this city it isn’t considered 
good manners to notice it. But I like your Frogman. 
He is honest and truthful, which is more than can be 
said of many others. As for your late lamented 
dishpan, I’ll show it to you.” 

With this he waved three times the metal wand 
which he held in his paw and instantly there appeared 
upon the ground, midway between the King and 
Cayke, a big round pan made of beaten gold. Around 
the top edge was a row of small diamonds; around the 
center of the pan was another row of larger diamonds; 
and at the bottom was a row of exceedingly large and 
brilliant diamonds. In fact, they all sparkled mag¬ 
nificently and the pan was so big and broad that it 
took a lot of diamonds to go around it three times. 

Cayke stared so hard that her eyes seemed about to 
pop out of her head. 

“ O-o-o-oh! ” she exclaimed, drawing a deep breath 
of delight. 

“Is this your dishpan?” inquired the King. 

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“ It is — it is! ” cried the Cookie Cook, and rushing 
forward she fell on her knees and threw her arms 
around the precious pan. But her arms came together 
without meeting any resistance at all. Cayke tried to 
seize the edge, but found nothing to grasp. The pan 
was surely there, she thought, for she could see it 
plainly; but it was not solid; she could not feel it at 
all. With a moan of astonishment and despair she 
raised her head to look at the Bear King, who was 
watching her actions curiously. Then she turned 
to the pan again, only to find it had completely 
disappeared. 

“Poor creature!” murmured the King pityingly. 
“ You must have thought, for the moment, that you 
had actually recovered your dishpan. But what you 
saw was merely the image of it, conjured up by means 
of my magic. It is a pretty dishpan, indeed, though 
rather big and awkward to handle. I hope you will 
some day find it.” 

Cayke was grievously disappointed. She began to 
cry, wiping her eyes on her apron. The King turned 
to the throng of toy bears surrounding him and asked: 

“Has any of you ever seen this golden dishpan 
before? ” 

“ No,” they answered in a chorus. 

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The King seemed to reflect. Presently he inquired: 

“ Where is the Little Pink Bear? ” 

“ At home, Your Majesty,” was the reply. 

“ Fetch him here,” commanded the King. 

Several of the bears waddled over to one of the 
trees and pulled from its hollow a tiny pink bear, 
smaller than any of the others. A big white bear 
carried the pink one in his arms and set it down beside 
the King, arranging the joints of its legs so that it 
would stand upright. 

This Pink Bear seemed lifeless until the King 
turned a crank which protruded from its side, when 
the little creature turned its head stiffly from side to 
side and said in a small shrill voice: 

“ Hurrah for the King of Bear Center! ” 

“Very good,” said the big Lavender Bear; “he 
seems to be working very well to-day. Tell me, my 
Pink Pinkerton, what has become of this lady’s 
jeweled dishpan?” 

“ U — u —u,” said the Pink Bear, and then stopped 
short. 

The King turned the crank again. 

“ U-g-u the Shoemaker has it,” said the Pink Bear. 

“ Who is Ugu the Shoemaker? ” demanded the King, 
again turning the crank. 


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“ A magician who lives on a mountain in a 
wickerwork castle,” was the reply. 

“ Where is this mountain?” was the next question. 

“Nineteen miles and three furlongs from Bear 
Center to the northeast.” 

“ And is the dishpan still at the castle of Ugu the 
Shoemaker?” asked the King. 

“ It is.” 

The King turned to Cayke. 

“ You may rely on this information,” said he. “ The 
Pink Bear can tell us anything we wish to know, and 
his words are always words of truth.” 

“ Is he alive? ” asked the Frogman, much interested 
in the Pink Bear. 

“ Something animates him — when you turn his 
crank,” replied the King. “I do not know if it is 
life, or what it is, or how it happens that the Little 
Pink Bear can answer correctly every question put 
to him. We discovered his talent a long time ago and 
whenever we wish to know anything — which is not 
very often — we ask the Pink Bear. There is no 
doubt whatever, madam, that IJgu the Magician has 
your dishpan, and if you dare go to him you may be 
able to recover it. But of that I am not certain.” 

“ Can’t the Pink Bear tell? ” asked Cayke anxiously. 

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“ No, for that is in the future. He can tell anything 
that has happened, but nothing that is going to 
happen. Don’t ask me why, for I don’t know.” 

“ Well,” said the Cookie Cook, after a little thought, 
“ I mean to go to this magician, anyhow, and tell him 
I want my dishpan. I wish I knew what Hgu the 
Shoemaker is like.” 

“ Then I’ll show him to you,” promised the King. 
“ But do not be frightened; it won’t be TJgu, remember, 
but only his image.” 

With this he waved his metal wand again and in 
the circle suddenly appeared a thin little man, very old 
and skinny, who was seated on a wicker stool before a 
wicker table. On the table lay a Great Book with 
gold clasps. The Book was open and the man was 
reading in it. He wore great spectacles, which were 
fastened before his eyes by means of a ribbon that 
passed around his head and was tied in a bow at the 
back. His hair was very thin and white; his skin, 
which clung fast to his bones, was brown and seared 
with furrows; he had a big, fat nose and little eyes set 
close together. 

On no account was IJga the Shoemaker a pleasant 
nerson to gaze at. As his image appeared before 
them, all were silent and intent until Corporal Waddle, 
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the Brown Bear, became nervous and pulled the 
trigger of his gun. Instantly the cork flew out of 
the tin barrel with a loud “ pop! ” that made them all 
jump. And, at this sound, the image of the magician 
vanished. 

“ So! that’s the thief, is it? ” said Cayke, in an angry 
voice. “ I should think he’d be ashamed of himself 
for stealing a poor woman’s diamond dishpan! But I 
mean to face him in his wicker castle and force him 
to return my property.” 

“ To me,” said the Bear King, reflectively, “ he 
looked like a dangerous person. I hope he won’t be 
so unkind as to argue the matter with you.” 

The Frogman was much disturbed by the vision of 
Ugu the Shoemaker, and Cayke’s determination to go 
to the magician filled her companion with misgivings. 
But he would not break his pledged word to assist the 
Cookie Cook and after breathing a deep sigh of 
resignation he asked the King: 

“Will Your Majesty lend us this Pink Bear who 
answers questions, that we may take him with us on 
our journey? He would be very useful to us and we 
will promise to bring him safely back to you.” 

The King did not reply at once; he seemed to be 
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“ Please let us take the Pink Bear,” begged Cayke. 
“ I’m sure he would be a great help to us.” 

“ The Pink Bear,” said the King, “ is the best bit of 
magic I possess, and there is not another like him in 
the world. I do not care to let him out of my sight; 
nor do I wish to disappoint you; so I believe I will 
make the journey in your company and carry my Pink 
Bear with me. He can walk, when you wind the 
other side of him, but so slowly and awkwardly that 
he would delay you. But if I go along I can carry 
him in my arms, so I will join your party. Whenever 
you are ready to start, let me know.” 

“But — Your Majesty!” exclaimed Corporal Wad¬ 
dle in protest, “ I hope you do not intend to let these 
prisoners escape without punishment.” 

“ Of what crime do you accuse them? ” inquired the 
King. 

“Why, they trespassed on your domain, for one 
thing,” said the Brown Bear. 

“ We didn’t know it was private property, Your 
Majesty,” said the Cookie Cook. 

“ And they asked if any of us had stolen the dish- 
pan! ” continued Corporal Waddle indignantly. 
“ That is the same thing as calling us thieves and 
robbers, and bandits and brigands, is it not? ” 

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“ Every person has the right to ask questions,” said 
the Frogman. 

“ But the Corporal is quite correct,” declared the 
Lavender Bear. “ I condemn you both to death, the 
execution to take place ten years from this hour.” 

“ But we belong in the Land of Oz, where no one 
ever dies,” Cayke reminded him. 

“Very true,” said the King. “I condemn you to 
death merely as a matter of form. It sounds quite 
terrible, and in ten years we shall have forgotten all 
about it. Are you ready to start for the wicker castle 
of Ugu the Shoemaker? ” 

“ Quite ready, Your Majesty.” 

“But who will rule in your place, while you are 
gone? ” asked a big Yellow Bear. 

“ I myself will rule while I am gone,” was the reply. 
“ A King isn’t required to stay at home forever, and 
if he takes a notion to travel, whose business is it but 
his own? All I ask is that you bears behave your¬ 
selves while I am away. If any of you is naughty, 
I’ll send him to some girl or boy in America to play 
with.” 

This dreadful threat made all the toy bears look 
solemn. They assured the King, in a chorus of growls, 
that they would be good. Then the big Lavender Bear 
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picked up the little Pink Bear and after tucking it 
carefully under one arm he said “ Good-bye till I come 
back! ” and waddled along the path that led through 
the forest. The Frogman and Cayke the Cookie Cook 
also said good-bye to the bears and then followed after 
the King, much to the regret of the little Brown Bear, 
who pulled the trigger of his gun and popped the cork 
as a parting salute. 


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Dorothy and her party were advancing from the -east, 
and so it happened that on the following night they 
all camped at a little hill that was only a few miles 
from the wicker castle of Ugu the Shoemaker. But 
the two parties did not see one another that night, for 
one camped on one side of the hill while the other 
camped on the opposite side. But the next morning 





Chapter Seventeen 


the Frogman thought he would climb the hill and see 
what was ou top of it, and at the same time Scraps, 
the Patchwork Girl, also decided to climb the hill to 
find if the wicker castle was visible from its top. So 
she stuck her head over an edge just as the Frogman’s 
head appeared over another edge and both, being 
surprised, kept still while they took a good look at 
one another. 

Scraps recovered from her astonishment first and 
bounding upward she turned a somersault and landed 
sitting down and facing the big Frogman, who slowly 
advanced and sat opposite her. 

“ Well met, Stranger! ” cried the Patchwork Girl, 
with a whoop of laughter. “You are quite the 
funniest individual I have seen in all my travels.” 

“Do you suppose I can be any funnier than you?” 
asked the Frogman, gazing at her in wonder. 

“I’m not funny to myself, you know,” returned 
Scraps. “I wish I were. And perhaps you are so 
used to your own absurd shape that you do not laugh 
whenever you see your reflection in a pool, or in a 
mirror.” 

“ No,” said the Frogman gravely, “ I do not. I used 
to be proud of my great size and vain of my culture 
and education, but since I bathed in the Truth Pond 
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I sometimes think it is not right that I should be 
different from all other frogs.” 

“ Right or wrong,” said the Patchwork Girl, “ to 
be different is to be distinguished. Now, in my case, 
I’m just like all other Patchwork Girls because I’m 
the only one there is. But, tell me, where did you 
come from?” 

“ The Yip Country,” said he. 

“Is that in the Land of Oz?” 

“Of course,” replied the Frogman. 

“And do you know that your Ruler, Ozma of Oz, 
has been stolen? ” 

“ I was not aware that I had a Ruler, so of course 
I couldn’t know that she was stolen.” 

“Well, you have. All the people of Oz,” explained 
Scraps, “are ruled by Ozma, whether they know it 
or not. And she has been stolen. Aren’t you angry? 
Aren’t you indignant? Your Ruler, whom you didn’t 
know you had, has positively been stolen! ” 

“That is queer,” remarked the Frogman thought¬ 
fully. “ Stealing is a thing practically unknown in 
Oz, yet this Ozma has been taken and a friend of mine 
has also had her dishpan stolen. With her I have 
traveled all the way from the Yip Country in order 
to recover it.” 


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“ I don’t see any connection between a Royal Ruler 
of Oz and a dishpan! ” declared Scraps. 

“ They’ve both been stolen, haven’t they? ” 

“ True. But w T hy can’t your friend wash her dishes 
in another dishpan?” asked Scraps. 

“ Why can’t you use another Royal Ruler? I sup¬ 
pose you prefer the one who is lost, and my friend 
wants her own dishpan, which is made of gold and 
studded with diamonds and has magic powers.” 

“ Magic, eh? ” exclaimed Scraps. “ There is a link 
that connects the two steals, anyhow, for it seems 
that all the magic in the Land of Oz was stolen at 
the same time, whether it was in the Emerald City 
or in Glinda’s castle or in the Yip Country. Seems 
mighty strange and mysterious, doesn’t it? ” 

“ It used to seem that way to us,” admitted the 
Frogman, “but we have now discovered who took 
our dishpan. It was Ugu the Shoemaker.” 

“Ugu? Good gracious! That’s the same magician 
we think has stolen Ozma. We are now on our 
way to the castle of this Shoemaker.” 

“ So are we,” said the Frogman. 

“ Then follow me, quick! and let me introduce you 
to Dorothy and the other girls and to the Wizard of 
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She sprang up and seized his coat-sleeve, dragging 
him off the hilltop and down the other side from that 
whence he had come. And at the foot of the hill the 
Frogman was astonished to find the three girls and 
the Wizard and Button-Bright, who were surrounded 
by a wooden Sawhorse, a lean Mule, a square Woozy 
and a Cowardly Lion. A little black dog ran up and 
smelled at the Frogman, but couldn’t growl at him. 

“I’ve discovered another party that has been 
robbed,” shouted Scraps as she joined them. “This 
is their leader and they’re all going to Ugu’s castle 
to fight the wicked Shoemaker! ” 

They regarded the Frogman with much curiosity 
and interest and, finding all eyes fixed upon him, the 
newcomer arranged his necktie and smoothed his 
beautiful vest and swung his gold-headed cane like 
a regular dandy. The big spectacles over his eyes 
quite altered his froglike countenance and gave him 
a learned and impressive look. Used as she was to 
seeing strange creatures in the Land of Oz, Dorothy 
was amazed at discovering the Frogman. So were 
all her companions. Toto wanted to growl at him, 
but couldn’t, and he didn’t dare bark. The Sawhorse 
snorted rather contemptuously, but the Lion whis¬ 
pered to the wooden steed: “Bear with this strange 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


creature, my friend, and remember he is no more 
extraordinary than you are. Indeed, it is more natural 
for a frog to be big than for a Sawhorse to be alive.” 

On being questioned, the Frogman told them the 
whole story of the loss of Cayke’s highly prized dish- 
pan and their adventures in search of it. When he 
came to tell of the Lavender Bear King and of the 
little Pink Bear who could tell anything you wanted 
to know, his hearers became eager to see such interest¬ 
ing animals. 

“It will be best,” said the Wizard, “to unite our 
two parties and share our fortunes together, for we 
are all bound on the same errand and as one band 
we may more easily defy this shoemaker magician 
than if separate. Let us be allies.” 

“I will ask my friends about that,” replied the 
Frogman, and climbed over the hill to find Cayke 
and the toy bears. The Patchwork Girl accompanied 
him and when they came upon the Cookie Cook and 
the Lavender Bear and the Pink Bear it was hard 
to tell which of the lot was the most surprised. 

“Mercy me!” cried Cayke, addressing the Patch- 
work Girl. “However did you come alive?” 

Scraps stared at the bears. 

“Mercy me!” she echoed; “you are stuffed, as I 
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Chapter Seventeen 

am, with cotton, and yet you appear to be living. 
That makes me feel ashamed, for I have prided 
myself on being the only live cotton-stuffed person 
in Oz.” 

“Perhaps you are,” returned the Lavender Bear, 
“ for I am stuffed with extra-quality curled hair, and 
so is the Little Pink Bear.” 

“You have relieved my mind of a great anxiety,” 
declared the Patchwork. Girl, now speaking more 
cheerfully. “The Scarecrow is stuffed with straw, 
and you with hair, so I am still the Original and Only 
Cotton-Stuffed! ” 

“ I hope I am too polite to criticize cotton, as com¬ 
pared with curled hair,” said the King, “ especially 
as you seem satisfied with it.” 

Then the Frogman told of his interview with the 
party from the Emerald City and added that the 
Wizard of Oz had invited the bears and Cayke and 
himself to travel in company with them to the castle 
of Ugu the Shoemaker. Cayke was much pleased, 
but the Bear King looked solemn. He set the Little 
Pink Bear on his lap and turned the crank in its 
side and asked: 

“Is it safe for us to associate with those people 

from the Emerald City?” 

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And the Pink Bear at once replied: 

“ Safe for you and safe for me; 

Perhaps no others safe will be.” 

“ That ‘ perhaps ’ need not worry us,” said the 
King; “ so let us join the others and offer them our 
protection.” 

Even the Lavender Bear was astonished, however, 
when on climbing over the hill he found on the other 
side the group of queer animals and the people from 
the Emerald City. The bears and Cayke were received 
very cordially, although Button-Bright was cross 
when they wouldn’t let him play with the Little Pink 
Bear. The three girls greatly admired the toy bears, 
and especially the pink one, which they longed to hold. 

“ You see,” explained the Lavender King, in deny¬ 
ing them this privilege, “ he’s a very valuable bear, 
because his magic is a correct guide on all occasions, 
and especially if one is in difficulties. It w T as the 
Pink Bear who told us that Ugu the Shoemaker had 
stolen the Cookie Cook’s dishpan.” 

“And the King’s magic is just as wonderful,” 
added Cayke, “because it showed us the Magician 
himself.” 

“What did he look like?” inquired Dorothy. 

“He was dreadful!” 


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Chapter Seventeen 

“He was sitting at a table and examining an 
immense Book which had three golden clasps,” 
remarked the King. 

“ Why, that must have been Glinda’s Great Book 
of Records!” exclaimed Dorothy. “If it is, it proves 
that TJgu the Shoemaker stole Ozma, and with her 
all the magic in the Emerald City.” 

“And my dishpan,” said Cayke. And the Wizard 
added: 

“ It also proves that he is following our adventures 
in the Book of Records, and therefore knows that 
we are seeking him and that we are determined to 
find him and rescue Ozma at all hazards.” 

“If we can,” added the Woozy, but everybody 
frowned at him. 

The Wizard’s statement was so true that the faces 
around him were very serious until the Patchwork 
Girl broke into a peal of laughter. 

“ Wouldn’t it be a rich joke if he made prisoners 
of us, too?” she said. 

“ No one but a crazy Patchwork Girl would consider 
that a joke,” grumbled Button-Bright. And then the 
Lavender Bear King asked: 

“ Would you like to see this magical shoemaker? ” 

“Wouldn’t he know it?” Dorothy inquired. 

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“ No, I think not.” 

Then the King waved his metal wand and before 
them appeared a room in the wicker castle of Ugu. 
On the wall of the room hung Ozma’s Magic Picture, 
and seated before it was the Magician. They could 
see the Picture as well as he could, because it faced 
them, and in the Picture was the hillside where they 
were now sitting, all their forms being reproduced 
in miniature. And, curiously enough, within the 
scene of the Picture was the scene they were now 
beholding, so they knew that the Magician was at 
this moment watching them in the Picture, and also 
that he saw himself and the room he was in become 
visible to the people on the hillside. Therefore he 
knew very well that they were watching him while 
he was watching them. 

In proof of this, Ugu sprang from his seat and 
turned a scowling face in their direction; but now T he 
could not see the travelers who were seeking him, 
although they could still see him. His actions were 
so distinct, indeed, that it seemed he was actually 
before them. 

“ It is only a ghost,” said the Bear King. “ It isn’t 
real at all, except that it shows us Ugu Just as he 
looks and tells us truly just what he is doing.” 

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“I don’t see anything of my lost growl, though,” 
said Toto, as if to himself. 

Then the vision faded away and they could see 
nothing but the grass and trees and bushes around 
them. 



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The Conference 



what to do when we get to Ugu’s wicker castle. There 
can be no doubt that the Shoemaker is a powerful 
Magician, and his powers have been increased a 
hundredfold since he secured the Great Book of 
Records, the Magic Picture, all of Glinda’s recipes 
for sorcery and my own black bag — which was full 
of tools of wizardry. The man who could rob us of 
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Chapter Eighteen 


those things, and the man with all their powers at 
his command, is one who may prove somewhat difficult 
to conquer; therefore we should plan our actions well 
before we venture too near to his castle.” 

“ I didn’t see Ozma in the Magic Picture,” said 
Trot. “ What do you suppose Ugu has done with 
her? ” 

“ Couldn’t the Little Pink Bear tell us what he 
did with Ozma? ” asked Button-Bright. 

“To be sure,” replied the Lavender King; “I’ll 
ask him.” 

So he turned the crank in the Little Pink Bear’s 
side and inquired: 

“Did Ugu the Shoemaker steal Ozma of Oz?” 

“ Yes,” answered the Little Pink Bear. 

“ Then what did he do with her? ” asked the King. 

“ Shut her up in a dark place,” answered the Little 
Pink Bear. 

“ Oh, that must be a dungeon cell! ” cried Dorothy, 
horrified. “ How dreadful! ” 

“ Well, we must get her out of it,” said the Wizard. 
“That is what we came for and of course we must 
rescue Ozma. But — how ? ” 

Each one looked at some other one for an answer 
and all shook their heads in a grave and dismal 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


manner. All but Scraps, who danced around them 
gleefully. 

“ You’re afraid,” said the Patchwork Girl, “ because 
so many things can hurt your meat bodies. Why 
don’t you give it up and go home? How can you fight 
a great magician when you have nothing to fight 
with? ” 

Dorothy looked at her reflectively. 

“ Scraps,” said she, “ you know that Hgu couldn’t 
hurt you, a bit, whatever he did; nor could he hurt me, 
’cause I wear the Nome King’s Magic Belt. S’pose 
just we two go on together, and leave the others here 
to wait for us? ” 

“ No, no! ” said the Wizard positively. “ That won’t 
do at all. Ozma is more powerful than either of you, 
yet she could not defeat the wicked Ugu, who has 
shut her up in a dungeon. We must go to the Shoe¬ 
maker in one mighty band, for-only in union is there 
strength.” 

“ That is excellent advice,” said the Lavender Bear, 
approvingly. 

“But what can we do, when we get to Ugu?” 
inquired the Cookie Cook anxiously. 

“ Do not expect a prompt answer to that important 
question,” replied the Wizard, “for we must first 
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Chapter Eighteen 


plan our line of conduct. Ugu knows, of course, that 
we are after him, for he has seen our approach in 
the Magic Picture, and he has read of all we have 
done up to the present moment in the Great Book 
of Records. Therefore we cannot expect to take him 
by surprise.” 

“ Don’t you suppose Ugu would listen to reason? ” 
asked Betsy. “ If we explained to him how wicked 
he has been, don’t you think he’d let poor Ozma go?” 

“ And give me back my dishpan? ” added the Cookie 
Cook eagerly. 

“Yes, yes; won’t he say he’s sorry and get on his 
knees and beg our pardon?” cried Scraps, turning 
a flip-flop to show her scorn of the suggestion. “ When 
Ugu the Shoemaker does that, please knock at the 
front door and let me know.” 

The Wizard sighed and rubbed his bald head with 
a puzzled air. 

“ I’m quite sure Ugu will not be polite to us,” said 
he, “ so we must conquer this cruel magician by force, 
much as we dislike to be rude to anyone. But none 
of you has yet suggested a way to do that. Couldn’t 
the Little Pink Bear tell us how?” he asked, turning 
to the Bear King. 

“ No, for that is something that is going to happen,” 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


replied the Lavender Bear. “ He can only tell us 
what already has happened.” 

Again they were grave and thoughtful. But after 
a time Betsy said in a hesitating voice: 

“Hank is a great fighter; perhaps he could conquer 
the magician.” 

The Mule turned his head to look reproachfully 
at his old friend, the young girl. 

“Who can fight against magic?” he asked. 

“ The Cowardly Lion could,” said Dorothy. 

The Lion, who was lying with his front legs spread 
out, his chin on his paws, raised his shaggy head. 

“ I can fight when I’m not afraid,” said he calmly; 
“ b\it the mere mention of a fight sets me to 
trembling.” 

“ TJgu’s magic couldn’t hurt the Sawhorse,” sug¬ 
gested tiny Trot. 

“ And the Sawhorse couldn’t hurt the Magician,” 
declared that wooden animal. 

“ For my part,” said Toto, “ I am helpless, having 
lost my growl.” 

“ Then,” said Cayke the Cookie Cook, “ we must 
depend upon the Frogman. His marvelous wisdom 
will surely inform him how to conquer the wicked 
Magician and restore to me my dishpan.” 

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Chapter Eighteen 

All eyes were now turned questioningly upon the 
Frogman. Finding himself the center of observation, 
he swung his gold-headed cane, adjusted his big spec¬ 
tacles and after swelling out his chest, sighed and said 
in a modest tone of voice: 

“ Respect for truth obliges me to confess that Cayke 
is mistaken in regard to my superior wisdom. I am 
not very wise. Neither have I had any practical 
experience in conquering magicians. But let us con¬ 
sider this case. What is Ugu, and what is a magician*? 
Ugu is a renegade shoemaker and a magician is an 
ordinary man who, having learned how to do magical 
tricks, considers himself above his fellows. In this 
case, the Shoemaker has been naughty enough to steal 
a lot of magical tools and things that did not belong 
to him, and it is more wicked to steal than to be a 
magician. Yet, with all the arts at his command, 
Ugu is still a man, and surely there are ways in which 
a man may be conquered. How, do you say, how*? 
Allow me to state that I don’t know. In my judgment 
we cannot decide how best to act until we get to 
Ugu’s castle. So let us go to it and take a look at it. 
After that we may discover an idea that will guide us 
to victory.” 

“That may not be a wise speech, but it sounds 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


good,” said Dorothy approvingly. “ Ugu the Shoe¬ 
maker is not only a common man, but he’s a wicked 
man and a cruel man and deserves to be conquered. 
We mustn’t have any mercy on him till Ozma is set 
free. So let’s go to his castle, as the Frogman says, 
and see what the place looks like.” 

No one offered an objection to this plan and so it 
was adopted. They broke camp and were about to 
start on the journey to Ugu’s castle when they dis¬ 
covered that Button-Bright was lost again. The girls 
and the Wizard shouted his name and the Lion roared 
and the Donkey brayed and the Frogman croaked 
and the Big Lavender Bear growled (to the envy of 
Toto, who couldn’t growl but barked his loudest) yet 
none of them could make Button-Bright hear. So, 
after vainly searching for the boy a full hour, they 
formed a procession and proceeded in the direction 
of the wicker castle of Ugu the Shoemaker. 

“ Button-Bright’s always getting lost,” said Dor¬ 
othy. “ And, if he wasn’t always getting found again, 
I’d prob’ly worry. He may have gone ahead of us, 
and he may have gone back; but, wherever he is, 
we’ll find him sometime and somewhere, I’m almost 
sure.” 


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pect, in the least, that he was wicked. He wanted 
to be powerful and great and he hoped to make him¬ 
self master of all the Land of Oz, that he might compel 
everyone in that fairy country to obey him. His 
ambition blinded him to the rights of others and he 
imagined anyone else would act just as he did if 
anyone else happened to be as clever as himself. 

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The Lost Princess of Oz 


When he inhabited his little shoemaking shop in 
the City of Herku he had been discontented, for a 
shoemaker is not looked upon with high respect and 
Ugu knew that his ancestors had been famous 
magicians for many centuries past and therefore his 
family was above the ordinary. Even his father 
practiced magic, when Ugu was a boy; but his father 
had wandered away from Herku and had never come 
back again. So, when Ugu grew up, he was forced 
to make shoes for a living, knowing nothing of the 
magic of his forefathers. But one day, in searching 
through the attic of his house, he discovered all the 
books of magical recipes and many magical instru¬ 
ments which had formerly been in use in his family. 
From that day he stopped maldng shoes and began 
to study magic. Finally he aspired to become the 
greatest magician in Oz, and for days and weeks 
and months he thought on a plan to render all the 
other sorcerers and wizards, as well as those with 
fairy powers, helpless to oppose him. 

From the books of his ancestors he learned the 
following facts: 

(1) That Ozma of Oz was the fairy ruler of the 
Emerald City and the Land of Oz, and that she could 
not be destroyed by any magic ever devised. Also, 
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by means of her Magic Picture she would be able to 
discover anyone who approached her royal palace 
with the idea of conquering it. 

(2) That Glinda the Good was the most powerful 
Sorceress in Oz, among her other magical possessions 
being the Great Book of Records, which told her all 
that happened anywhere in the world. This Book 
of Records was very dangerous to Ugu’s plans and 
Glinda was in the service of Ozma and would use 
her arts of sorcery to protect the girl Ruler. 

(3) That the Wizard of Oz, who lived in Ozma’s 
palace, had been taught much powerful magic by 
Glinda and had a bag of magic tools with which he 
might be able to conquer the Shoemaker. 

(4) That there existed in Oz — in the Yip Country 
— a jeweled dishpan made of gold, which dishpan 
possessed marvelous powers of magic. At a magic 
word, which Ugu learned from the book, the dishpan 
would grow large enough for a man to sit inside it. 
Then, when he grasped both the golden handles, the 
dishpan would transport him in an instant to any 
place he wished to go within the borders of the 
Land of Oz. 

No one now living, except TJgu, knew of the powers 
of this Magic Dishpan; so, after long study, the shoe- 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 

maker decided that if he could manage to secure the 
dishpan he could, by its means, rob Ozma and Glinda 
and the Wizard of Oz of all their magic, thus becom¬ 
ing himself the most powerful person in all the land. 

His first act was to go away from the City of Herku 
and build for himself the Wicker Castle in the hills. 
Here he carried his books and instruments of magic 
and here for a full year he diligently practiced all the 
magical arts learned from his ancestors. At the end 
of that time he could do a good many wonderful things. 

Then, when all his preparations were made, he set 
out for the Yip Country and climbing the steep moun¬ 
tain at night he entered the house of Cayke the Cookie 
Cook and stole her diamond-studded gold dishpan 
while all the Yips were asleep. Taking his prize out¬ 
side, he set the pan upon the ground and uttered the 
required magic word. Instantly the dishpan grew as 
large as a big washtub and TJgu seated himself in it 
and grasped the two handles. Then he wished him¬ 
self in the great drawing-room of Glinda the Good. 

He was there in a flash. First he took the Great 
Book of Records and put it in the dishpan. Then he 
went to Glinda’s laboratory and took all her rare 
chemical compounds and her instruments of sorcery, 
placing these also in the dishpan, which he caused to 
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grow large enough to hold them. Next he seated him¬ 
self amongst the treasures he had stolen and wished 
himself in the room in Ozma’s palace which the Wiz¬ 
ard occupied and where he kept his bag of magic tools. 
This bag Ugu added to his plunder and then wished 
himself in the apartments of Ozma. 

Here he first took the Magic Picture from the wall 
and then seized all the other magical things which 
Ozma possessed. Having placed these in the dishpan 
he was about to climb in himself when he looked up 
and saw Ozma standing beside him. Her fairy instinct 
had warned her that danger was threatening her, so 
the beautiful girl Ruler rose from her couch and 
leaving her bedchamber at once confronted the thief. 

Ugu had to think quickly, for he realized that if he 
permitted Ozma to rouse the inmates of her palace all 
his plans and his present successes were likely to come 
to naught. So he threw a scarf over the girl’s head, so 
she could not scream, and phshed her into the dishpan 
and tied her fast, so she could not move. Then he 
climbed in beside her and wished himself in his own 
wicker castle. The Magic Dishpan was there in an 
instant, with all its contents, and Ugu rubbed his 
hands together in triumphant joy as he realized that 
he now possessed all the important magic in the Land 



The Lost Princess of Oz 


of Oz and could force all the inhabitants of that 
fairyland to do as he willed. 

So quickly had his journey been accomplished that 
before daylight the robber magician had locked Ozma 
in a room, making her a prisoner, and had unpacked 
and arranged all his stolen goods. The next day he 
placed the Book of Records on his table and hung the 
Magic Picture on his wall and put away in his cup¬ 
boards and drawers all the elixirs and magic com¬ 
pounds he had stolen. The magical instruments he 
polished and arranged, and this was fascinating work 
and made him very happy. The only thing that 
bothered him was Ozma. By turns the imprisoned 
Ruler wept and scolded the Shoemaker, haughtily 
threatening him with dire punishment for the wicked 
deeds he had done. Ugu became somewhat afraid of 
his fairy prisoner, in spite of the fact that he believed 
he had robbed her of all her powers; so he performed 
an enchantment that quickly disposed of her and 
placed her out of his sight and hearing. After that, 
being occupied with other things, he soon forgot her. 

But now, when he looked into the Magic Picture 
and read the Great Book of Records, the Shoemaker 
learned that his wickedness was not to go unchal¬ 
lenged. Two important expeditions had set out to 
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The Lost Princess of Oz 


find him and force him to give up his stolen property. 
One was the party headed by the Wizard and Dorothy, 
while the other consisted of Cayke and the Frogman. 
Others were also searching, but not in the right places. 
These two groups, however, were headed straight for 
the wicker castle and so Ugu began to plan how best 
to meet them and to defeat their efforts to conquer 

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maker. When night came they camped in a little 
grove and passed a pleasant evening together, 
although some of them were worried because Button- 
Bright was still lost. 

“ Perhaps,” said Toto, as the animals lay grouped 
together for the night, “ this Shoemaker who stole my 
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growl, and who stole Ozma, has also stolen Button- 
Bright.” 

“How do you know that the Shoemaker stole your 
growl?” demanded the Woozy. 

“He has stolen about everything else of value in 
Oz, hasn’t he?” replied the dog. 

“He has stolen everything he wants, perhaps,” 
agreed the Lion; “but what could anyone want with 
your growl?” 

“ Well,” said the dog, wagging his tail slowly, “ my 
recollection is that it was a wonderful growl, soft and 
low and — and — ” 

“ And ragged at the edges,” said the Sawhorse. 

“ So,” continued Toto, “ if that magician hadn’t any 
growl of his own, he might have wanted mine and 
stolen it.” 

“ And, if he has, he will soon wish he hadn’t,” 
remarked the Mule. “ Also, if he has stolen Button- 
Bright he will be sorry.” 

“Don’t you like Button-Bright, then?” asked the 
Lion in surprise. 

“ It isn’t a question of liking him,” replied the Mule. 
“ It’s a question of watching him and looking after 
him. Any boy who causes his friends so much worry 
isn’t worth having around. I never get lost.” 

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“ If you did,” said Toto, “ no one would worry a bit. 
I think Button-Bright is a very lucky boy, because 
he always gets found.” 

“ See here,” said the Lion, “ this chatter is keeping 
us all awake and to-morrow is likely to be a busy day. 
Go to sleep and forget your quarrels.” 

“Friend Lion,” retorted the dog, “if I hadn’t lost 
my growl you would hear it now. I have as much 
right to talk as you have to sleep.” 

The Lion sighed. 

“ If only you had lost your voice, when you lost your 
growl,” said he, “ you would be a more agreeable 
companion.” 

But they quieted down, after that, and soon the 
entire camp was wrapped in slumber. 

Next morning they made an early start but had 
hardly proceeded on their way an hour when, on 
climbing a slight elevation, they beheld in the distance 
a low mountain, on top of which stood Ugu’s wicker 
castle. It was a good-sized building and rather pretty 
because the sides, roofs and domes were all of wicker 
closely woven, as it is in fine baskets. 

“ I wonder if it is strong? ” said Dorothy musingly, 
as she eyed the queer castle. 

“ I suppose it is, since a magician built it,” answered 
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the Wizard. “ With magic to protect it, even a paper 
castle might be as strong as if made of stone. This 
Ugu must be a man of ideas, because he does things 
in a different way from other people.” 

“Yes; no one else would steal our dear Ozma,” 
sighed tiny Trot. 

“ I wonder if Ozma is there ? ” said Betsy, indicating 
the castle with a nod of her head. 

“ Where else could she be % ” asked Scraps. 

“ S’pose we ask the Pink Bear,” suggested Dorothy. 

That seemed a good idea, so they halted the proces¬ 
sion and the Bear King held the little Pink Bear on 
his lap and turned the crank in its side and asked: 

“ Where is Ozma of Oz ? ” 

And the little Pink Bear answered: 

“ She is in a hole in the ground, a half mile away, 
at your left.” 

“ Good gracious! ” cried Dorothy. “ Then she is not 
in Ugu’s castle at all.” 

“ It is lucky we asked that question,” said the Wiz¬ 
ard; “for, if we can find Ozma and rescue her, there 
will be no need for us to fight that wicked and 
dangerous magician.” 

“ Indeed! ” said Cavke. “ Then what about my 
dishpan? ” 


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The Wizard looked puzzled at her tone of 
remonstrance, so she added: 

“ Didn’t you people from the Emerald City promise 
that we would all stick together, and that you would 
help me to get my dishpan if I would help you to get 
your Ozma? And didn’t I bring to you the little Pink 
Bear, which has told you where Ozma is hidden? ” 

“She’s right,” said Dorothy to the Wizard. “We 
must do as we agreed.” 

“ Well, first of all, let us go and rescue Ozma,” pro¬ 
posed the Wizard. “ Then our beloved Ruler may be 
able to advise us how to conquer Ugu the Shoemaker.” 

So they turned to the left and marched for half a 
mile until they came to a small but deep hole in the 
ground. At once all rushed to the brim to peer into 
the hole, but instead of finding there Princess Ozma 
of Oz, all that they saw was Button-Bright, who was 
lying asleep on the bottom. 

Their cries soon wakened the boy, who sat up and 
rubbed his eyes. When he recognized his friends he 
smiled sweetly, saying: “ Found again! ” 

“ Where is Ozma? ” inquired Dorothy anxiously. 

“I don’t know,” answered Button-Bright from the 
depths of the hole. “I got lost, yesterday, as you 
may remember, and in the night, while I was wander- 
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ing around in the moonlight, trying to find my way 
back to you, I suddenly fell into this hole.” 

“ And wasn’t Ozma in it then? ” 

“ There was no one in it but me, and I was sorry it 
wasn’t entirely empty. The sides are so steep I can’t 
climb out, so there was nothing to be done but sleep 
until someone found me. Thank you for coming. If 
you’ll please let down a rope I’ll empty this hole in a 
hurry.” 

“How strange!” said Dorothy, greatly disap¬ 
pointed. “ It’s evident the Pink Bear didn’t tell us 
the truth.” 

“ He never makes a mistake,” declared the Lavender 
Bear King, in a tone that showed his feelings were 
hurt. And then he turned the crank of the little Pink 
Bear again and asked: “ Is this the hole that Ozma of 
Oz is in? ” 

“ Yes,” answered the Pink Bear. 

“ That settles it,” said the King, positively. “ Your 
Ozma is in this hole in the ground.” 

“Don’t be silly,” returned Dorothy impatiently. 
“ Even your beady eyes can see there is no one in the 
hole but Button-Bright.” 

“Perhaps Button-Bright is Ozma,” suggested the 
King. 


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“ And perhaps he isn’t! Ozma is a girl, and Button- 
Bright is a boy.” 

“Your Pink Bear must be out of order,” said the 
Wizard; “for, this time at least, his machinery has 
caused him to make an untrue statement.” 

The Bear King was so angry at this remark that he 
turned away, holding the Pink Bear in his paws, and 
refused to discuss the matter in any further way. 

“ At any rate,” said the Frogman, “ the Pink Bear 
has led us to your boy friend and so enabled you to 
rescue him.” 

Scraps was leaning so far over the hole, trying to 
find Ozma in it, that suddenly she lost her balance and 
pitched in headforemost. She fell upon Button-Bright 
and tumbled him over, but he was not hurt by her soft 
stuffed body and only laughed at the mishap. The 
Wizard buckled some straps together and let one end 
of them down into the hole, and soon both Scraps and 
the boy had climbed up and were standing safely 
beside the others. 

They looked once more for Ozma, but the hole was 
now absolutely vacant. It was a round hole, so from 
the top they could plainly see every part of it. Before 
they left the place Dorothy went to the Bear King and 
said: 


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“ I’m sorry we couldn’t believe what the little Pink 
Bear said, ’cause we don’t want to make you feel bad 
by doubting him. There must be a mistake, some¬ 
where, and we prob’ly don’t understand just what the 
little Pink Bear means. Will you let me ask him one 
more question? ” 

The Lavender Bear King was a good-natured bear, 
considering how he was made and stuffed and jointed, 
so he accepted Dorothy’s apology and turned the crank 
and allowed the little girl to question his wee Pink 
Bear. 

“ Is Ozma really in this hole? ” asked Dorothy. 

“ No,” said the little Pink Bear. 

This surprised everybody. Even the Bear King was 
now puzzled by the contradictory statements of his 
oracle. 

“ Where is she? ” asked the King. 

“ Here, among you,” answered the little Pink Bear. 

“Well,” said Dorothy, “this beats me, entirely! I 
guess the little Pink Bear has gone crazy.” 

“ Perhaps,” called Scraps, who was rapidly turning 
“cart-wheels” all around the perplexed group, 
“ Ozma is invisible.” 

“ Of course! ” cried Betsy. “ That would account 
for it.” 


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“Well, I’ve noticed that people can speak, even 
when they’ve been made invisible,” said the Wizard. 
And then he looked all around him and said in a 
solemn voice: “ Ozma, are you here?” 

There was no reply. Dorothy asked the question, 
too, and so did Button-Bright and Trot and Betsy; 
but none received any reply at all. 

“It’s strange — it’s terrible strange!” muttered 
Cayke the Cookie Cook. “ I was sure that the little 
Pink Bear always tells the truth.” 

“ I still believe in his honesty,” said the Frogman, 
and this tribute so pleased the Bear King that he gave 
these last speakers grateful looks, but still gazed 
sourly on the others. 

“ Come to think of it,” remarked the Wizard, “ Ozma 
couldn’t be invisible, for she is a fairy and fairies can¬ 
not be made invisible against their will. Of course 
she could be imprisoned by the magician, or even 
enchanted, or transformed, in spite of her fairy 
powers; but Ugu could not render her invisible by 
any magic at his command.” 

“I wonder if she’s been transformed into Button- 
Bright?” said Dorothy nervously. Then she looked 
steadily at the boy and asked: “ Are you Ozma? Tell 
me truly! ” 


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Button-Bright laughed. 

“ You’re getting rattled, Dorothy,” he replied. 
“ Nothing ever enchants me. If I were Ozma, do you 
think I’d have tumbled into that hole?” 

“ Anyhow,” said the Wizard, “ Ozma would never 
try to deceive her friends, or prevent them from 
recognizing her, in whatever form she happened to 
be. The puzzle is still a puzzle, so let us go on to 
the wicker castle and question the magician himself. 
Since it was he who stole our Ozma, Ugu is the one 
who must tell us where to find her.” 



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the low mountain on the crest of which the wicker 
castle had been built. They had been gradually 
advancing up hill, so now the elevation seemed to 
them more like a round knoll than a mountain-top. 
However, the sides of the knoll were sloping and 
covered with green grass, so there was a stiff climb 
before them yet. 


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Undaunted, they plodded on and had almost reached 
the knoll when they suddenly observed that it was 
surrounded by a circle of flame. At first the flames 
barely rose above the ground, but presently they grew 
higher and higher until a circle of flaming tongues of 
fire taller than any of their heads quite surrounded the 
hill on which the wicker castle stood. When they 
approached the flames the heat was so intense that it 
drove them back again. 

“This will never do for me!” exclaimed the 
Patchwork Girl. “ I catch fire very easily.” 

I “It won’t do for me, either,” grumbled the 
Sawhorse, prancing to the rear. 

“ I also object strongly to fire,” said the Bear King, 
following the Sawhorse to a safe distance and hugging 
the little Pink Bear with his paws. 

“I suppose the foolish Shoemaker imagines these 
blazes will stop us,” remarked the Wizard, with a 
smile of scorn for Ugu. “But I am able to inform 
you that this is merely a simple magic trick which 
the robber stole from Glinda the Good, and by good 
fortune I know how to destroy these flames, as well 
as how to produce them. Will some one of you 
kindly give me a match? ” 

You may he sure the girls carried no matches, 

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did the Frogman or Cayke or any of the animals. But 
Button-Bright, after searching carefully through his 
pockets, which contained all sorts of useful and use¬ 
less things, finally produced a match and handed it to 
the Wizard, who tied it to the end of a branch which he 
tore from a small tree growing near them. Then the 
little Wizard carefully lighted the match and running 
forward thrust it into the nearest flame. Instantly 
the circle of fire began to die away and soon vanished 
completely, leaving the way clear for them to proceed. 

“That was funny!” laughed Button-Bright. 

“ Yes,” agreed the Wizard, “ it seems odd that a 
little match could destroy such a great circle of fire, 
but when Glinda invented this trick she believed no 
one would ever think of a match being a remedy for 
fire. I suppose even TJgu doesn’t know how we man¬ 
aged to quench the flames of his barrier, for only 
Glinda and I know the secret. Glinda’s Book of 
Magic, which Ugu stole, told how to make the flames, 
but not how to put them out.” 

They now formed in marching order and proceeded 
to advance up the slope of the hill; but had not gone 
far when before them rose a wall of steel, the surface 
of which was thickly covered with sharp, gleaming 
points resembling daggers. The wall completely sur- 
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rounded the wicker castle and its sharp points pre¬ 
vented anyone from climbing it. Even the Patchwork 
Girl might be ripped to pieces if she dared attempt it. 

“Ah!” exclaimed the Wizard cheerfully, “Ugu is 
now using one of my own tricks against me. But this 
is more serious than the Barrier of Fire, because the 
only way to destroy the wall is to get on the other side 
of it.” 

“ How can that be done? ” asked Dorothy. 

The Wizard looked thoughtfully around his little 
party and his face grew troubled. 

“ It’s a pretty high wall,” he sadly remarked. “ I’m 
pretty sure the Cowardly Lion could not leap over it.” 

“ I’m sure of that, too! ” said the Lion with a shud¬ 
der of fear. “ If I foolishly tried such a leap I would 
be caught on those dreadful spikes.” 

“ I think I could do it, sir,” said the Frogman, with 
a bow to the Wizard. “ It is an up-hill jump, as well 
as being a high jump, but I’m considered something 
of a jumper by my friends in the Yip Country and I 
believe a good strong leap will carry me to the other 
side.” 

“ I’m sure it would,” agreed the Cookie Cook. 

“ Leaping, you know, is a froglike accomplishment,” 
continued the Frogman, modestly, “but please tell me 
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what I am to do when I reach the other side of the 
wall.” 

“ You’re a brave creature,” said the Wizard, 
admiringly. “ Has anyone a pin? ” 

Betsy had one, which she gave him. 

“ All you need do,” said the Wizard to the Frogman, 
giving hi m the pin, “ is to stick this into the other side 
of the wall.” 

“ But the wall is of steel! ” exclaimed the big frog. 

“I know; at least, it seems to be steel; but do as I 
tell you. Stick the pin into the wall and it will 
disappear.” 

The Frogman took off his handsome coat and care¬ 
fully folded it and laid it on the grass. Then he 
removed his hat and laid it, together with his gold¬ 
headed cane, beside the coat. He then went back a 
way and made three powerful leaps, in rapid succes¬ 
sion. The first two leaps took him to the wall and 
the third leap carried him well over it, to the amaze¬ 
ment of all. For a short time he disappeared from 
their view, but when he had obeyed the Wizard’s 
injunction and had thrust the pin into the wall, the 
huge barrier vanished and showed them the form of 
the Frogman, who now went to where his coat lay and 
put it on again. 


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t 

“We thank you very much,” said the delighted 
Wizard. “ That was the most wonderful leap I ever 
saw and it has saved us from defeat by our enemy. 
Let us now hurry on to the castle before Ugu the 
Shoemaker thinks of some other means to stop us.” 

“We must have surprised him, so far,” declared 
Dorothy. 

“Yes, indeed. The fellow knows a lot of magic — 
all of our tricks and some of his own,” replied the 
Wizard. “ So, if he is half as clever as he ought to 
be, we shall have trouble with him yet.” 

He had scarcely spoken these words when out from 
the gates of the wicker castle marched a regiment of 
soldiers, clad in gay uniforms and all bearing long, 
pointed spears and sharp battle-axes. These soldiers 
were girls, and the uniforms were short skirts of 
yellow and black satin, golden shoes, baniis of gold 
across their foreheads and necklaces of glittering 
jewels. Their jackets were scarlet, braided with sil¬ 
ver cords. There were hundreds of these girl-soldiers, 
.and they were more terrible than beautiful, being 
strong and fierce in appearance. They formed a circle 
all around the castle and faced outward, their spears 
pointed toward the invaders and their battle-axes held 
over their shoulders, ready to strike. 

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Of course our friends halted at once, for they had 
not expected this dreadful array of soldiery. The 
Wizard seemed puzzled and his companions exchanged 
discouraged looks. 

“ I’d no idea Ugu had such an army as that,” said 
Dorothy. “ The castle doesn’t look big enough to hold 
them all.” 

“ It isn’t,” declared the Wizard. 

“ But they all marched out of it.” 

“ They seemed to; but I don’t believe it is a real 
army at all. If Ugu the Shoemaker had so many 
people living with him, I’m sure the Czarover of 
Herku would have mentioned the fact to us.” 

“ They’re only girls! ” laughed Scraps. 

“ Girls are the fiercest soldiers of all,” declared the 
Frogman. “ They are more brave than men and they 
have better nerves. That is probably why the magi¬ 
cian uses them for soldiers and has sent them to 
oppose us.” 

No one argued this statement, for all were staring 
hard at the line of soldiers, which now, having taken 
a defiant position, remained motionless. 

“ Here is a trick of magic new to me,” admitted the 
Wizard, after a time. “ I do not believe the army is 
real, but the spears may be sharp enough to prick us, 
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nevertheless, so we must be cautious. Let us take 
time to consider how to meet this difficulty.” 

While they were thinking it over Scraps danced 
closer to the line of girl soldiers. Her button eyes 
sometimes saw more than did the natural eyes of her 
comrades and so, after staring hard at the magician’s 
army, she boldly advanced and danced right through 
the threatening line! On the other side she waved 
her stuffed arms and called out: 

“ Come on, folks. The spears can’t hurt you.” 

“ Ah! ” said the Wizard, gayly, “ an optical illusion, 
as I thought. Let us all follow the Patchwork Girl.” 

The three little girls were somewhat nervous in 
attempting to brave the spears and battle-axes, but 
after the others had safely passed the line they ven- 
tured to follow. And, when all had passed through 
the ranks of the girl army, the army itself magically 
disappeared from view. 

All this time our friends had been getting farther 
up the hill and nearer to the wicker castle. How, con¬ 
tinuing their advance, they expected something else 
to oppose their way, but to their astonishment nothing 
happened and presently they arrived at the wicker 
gates, which stood wide open, and boldly entered the 
domain of Ugu the Shoemaker. 

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entrance when the big gates swung to with a clang 
and heavy bars dropped across them. They looked at 
one another uneasily, but no one cared to speak of the 
incident. If they were indeed prisoners in the wicker 
castle it was evident they must find a way to escape, 
but their first duty was to attend to the errand on 
which they had come and seek the Royal Ozma, whom 
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they believed to be a prisoner of the magician, and 
rescue her. 

They found they had entered a square courtyard, 
from which an entrance led into the main building 
of the castle. No person had appeared to greet them, 
so far, although a gaudy peacock, perched upon the 
wall, cackled with laughter and said in its sharp, shrill 
voice: “ Poor fools! Poor fools! ” 

“ I hope the peacock is mistaken,” remarked the 
Frogman, but no one else paid any attention to the 
bird. They were a little awed by the stillness and 
loneliness of the place. 

As they entered the doors of the castle, which stood 
invitingly open, these also closed behind them and 
huge bolts shot into place. The animals had all accom¬ 
panied the party into the castle, because they felt it 
would be dangerous for them to separate. They were 
forced to follow a zigzag passage, turning this way 
and that, until finally they entered a great central 
hall, circular in form and with a high dome from 
which was suspended an enormous chandelier. 

The Wizard went first, and Dorothy, Betsy and Trot 
followed him, Toto keeping at the heels of his little 
mistress. Then came the Lion, the Woozy and the 
Sawhorse; then Cayke the Cookie Cook and Button- 
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Bright; then the Lavender Bear carrying the Pink 
Bear, and finally the Frogman and the Patchwork 
>Girl, with Hank the Mule tagging behind. So it was 
the Wizard who caught the first glimpse of the big 
domed hall, but the others quickly followed and 
gathered in a wondering group just within the 
entrance. 

Upon a raised platform at one side was a heavy 
table on which lay Glinda’s Great Book of Records; 
but the platform was firmly fastened to the floor and 
the table was fastened to the platform and the Book 
was chained fast to the table — just as it had been 
when it was kept in Glinda’s palace. On the wall over 
the table hung Ozma’s Magic Picture. On a row of 
shelves at the opposite side of the hall stood all the 
chemicals and essences of magic and all the magical 
instruments that had been stolen from Glinda and 
Ozma and the Wizard, with glass doors covering the 
shelves so that no one could get at them. 

And in a far corner sat Ugu the Shoemaker, his feet 
lazily extended, his skinny hands clasped behind his 
head. He was leaning back at his ease and calmly 
smoking a long pipe. Around the magician was a sort 
of cage, seemingly made of golden bars set wide apart, 
and at his feet —also within the cage —reposed the 
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long-sought diamond-studded dishpan of Cayke the 
Cookie Cook. 

Princess Ozma of Oz was nowhere to be seen. 

“Well, well,” said Ugu, when the invaders had 
stood in silence for a moment, staring about them, 
“this visit is an expected pleasure, I assure you. I 
knew you were coming and I know why you are here. 
You are not welcome, for I cannot use any of you to 
my advantage, but as you have insisted on coming I 
hope you will make the afternoon call as brief as pos¬ 
sible. It won’t take long to transact your business 
with me. You will ask me for Ozma, and my reply 
will be that you may find her — if you can.” 

“ Sir,” answered the Wizard, in a tone of rebuke, 
“ you are a very wicked and cruel person. I suppose 
you imagine, because you have stolen this poor 
woman’s dishpan and all the best magic in Oz, that 
you are more powerful than we are and will be able 
to triumph over us.” 

“Yes,” said Ugu the Shoemaker, slowly fillin g his 
pipe with fresh tobacco from a silver bowl that stood 
beside him, “ that is exactly what I imagine. It will 
do you no good to demand from me the girl who was 
formerly the Ruler of Oz, because I will not tell you 
where I have hidden her — and you can’t guess in a 
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thousand years. Neither will I restore to you any of 
the magic I have captured. I am not so foolish. But 
bear this in mind: I mean to be the Ruler of Oz myself, 
hereafter, so I advise you to be careful how you 
address your future Monarch.” 

“ Ozma is still Ruler of Oz, wherever you may have 
hidden her,” declared the Wizard. “ And bear this in 
mind, miserable Shoemaker: We intend to find her 
and to rescue her, in time, but our first duty and 
pleasure will be to conquer you and then punish you 
for your misdeeds.” 

“ Very well; go ahead and conquer,” said Ugu. “ I’d 
really like to see how you can do it.” 

Now, although the little Wizard had spoken so 
boldly, he had at the moment no idea how they might 
conquer the magician. He had that morning given 
the Frogman, at his request, a dose of zosozo from his 
bottle, and the Frogman had promised to fight a good 
fight if it was necessary; but the Wizard knew that 
strength alone could not avail against magical arts. 
The toy Bear King seemed to have some pretty good 
magic, however, and the Wizard depended to an extent 
on that. But something ought to be done right away, 
and the Wizard didn’t know what it was. 

While he considered this perplexing question and 
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the others stood looking at him as their leader, a queer 
thing happened. The floor of the great circular hall, 
on which they were standing, suddenly began to tip. 
Instead of being flat and level it became a slant, and 
the slant grew steeper and steeper until none of the 
party could manage to stand upon it. Presently they 
all slid down to the wall, which was now under them, 
and then it became evident that the whole vast room 
was slowly turning upside down! Only Ugu the Shoe¬ 
maker, kept in place by the bars of his golden cage, 
remained in his former position, and the wicked 
magician seemed to enjoy the surprise of his victims 
immensely. 

First, they all slid down to the wall back of them, 
but as the room continued to turn over they next slid 
down the wall and found themselves at the bottom of 
the great dome, bumping against the big chandelier 
which, like everything else, was now upside-down. 

The turning movement now stopped and the room 
became stationary. Looking far up, they saw Ugu 
suspended in his cage at the very top, which had once 
been the floor. 

“ Ah,” said he, grinning down at them, “ the way to 
conquer is to act, and he who acts promptly is sure to 
win. This makes a very good prison, from which I 
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am sure you cannot escape. Please amuse yourselves 
in any way you like, but I must beg you to excuse me, 
as I have business in another part of my castle.” 

Saying this, he opened a trap door in the floor of 
his cage (which was now over his head) and climbed 
through it and disappeared from their view. The 
diamond dishpan still remained in the cage, but the 
bars kept it from falling down on their heads. 

“ Well, I declare! ” said the Patchwork Girl, seizing 
one of the bars of the chandelier and swinging from 
it, “ we. must peg one for the Shoemaker, for he has 
trapped us very cleverly.” 

“Get off my foot, please,” said the Lion to the 
Sawhorse. 

“ And oblige me, Mr. Mule,” remarked the Woozy, 
“ by taking your tail out of my left eye.” 

“ It’s rather crowded down here,” explained Dorothy, 
“because the dome is rounding and we have all slid 
into the middle of it. But let us keep as quiet as 
possible until we can think what’s best to be done.” 

“Dear, dear!” wailed Cayke; “I wish I had my 
darling dishpan,” and she held her arms longingly 
toward it. 

“ I wish I had the magic on those shelves up there,” 
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“Don’t you s’pose we could get to it?” asked Trot 
anxiously. 

“ We’d have to fly,” laughed the Patchwork Girl. 

But the Wizard took the suggestion seriously, and 
so did the Frogman. They talked it over and soon 
planned an attempt to reach the shelves where the 
magical instruments were. First the Frogman lay 
against the rounding dome and braced his foot on the 
stem of the chandelier; then the Wizard climbed over 
bim and lay on the dome with his feet on the Frog¬ 
man’s shoulders; the Cookie Cook came next; then 
Button-Bright climbed to the woman’s shoulders; then 
Dorothy climbed up, and Betsy and Trot, and finally 
the Patchwork Girl, and all their lengths made a long 
line that reached far up the dome but not far enough 
for Scraps to touch the shelves. 

“Wait a minute; perhaps I can reach the magic; 
called the Bear King, and began scrambling up the 
bodies of the others. But when he came to the Cookie 
Cook his soft paws tickled her side so that she 
squirmed and upset the whole line. Down they came, 
tumbling in a heap against the animals, and although 
no one was much hurt it was a bad mix-up and the 
Frogman, who was at the bottom, almost lost his 
temper before he could get on his feet again. 

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Cayke positively refused to try what she called “ the 
pyramid act ” again, and as the Wizard was now con¬ 
vinced they could not reach the magic tools in that 
manner the attempt was abandoned. 

“ But something must be done,” said the Wizard, 
and then he turned to the Lavender Bear and asked: 
“ Cannot Your Majesty’s magic help us to escape 
from here? ” 

“My magic powers are limited,” was the reply. 
“ When I was stuffed, the fairies stood by and slyly 
dropped some magic into my stuffing. Therefore I 
can do any of the magic that’s inside me, but nothing 
else. You, however, are a wizard, and a wizard should 
be able to do anything.” 

“ Your Majesty forgets that my tools of magic have 
been stolen,” said the Wizard sadly, “and a wizard 
without tools is as helpless as a carpenter without a 
hammer or saw.” 

“ Don’t give up,” pleaded Button-Bright, “ ’cause if 
we can’t get out of this queer prison we’ll all starve to 
death.” 

“Not I!” laughed the Patchwork Girl, now stand¬ 
ing on top the chandelier, at the place that was meant 
to be the bottom of it. 

“Don’t talk of such dreadful things,” said Trot, 
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shuddering. “ We came here to capture the 
Shoemaker, didn’t we?” 

“ Yes, and to save Ozma,” said Betsy. 

“And here we are, captured ourselves, and my 
darling dishpan up there in plain sight!” wailed the 
Cookie Cook, wiping her eyes on the tail of the 
Frogman’s coat. 

“Hush!” called the Lion, with a low, deep growl. 
“ Give the Wizard time to think.” 

“He has plenty of time,” said Scraps. “What he 
needs is the Scarecrow’s brains.” 

After all, it was little Dorothy who came to their 
rescue, and her ability to save them was almost as 
much a surprise to the girl as it was to her friends. 
Dorothy had been secretly testing the powers of her 
Magic Belt, which she had once captured from the 
Nome King, and experimenting with it in various 
ways, ever since she had started on this eventful 
journey. At different times she had stolen away from 
the others of her party and in solitude had tried to 
find out what the Magic Belt could do and what it 
could not do. There were a lot of things it could not 
do, she discovered, but she learned some things about 
the Belt which even her girl friends did not suspect 
she knew. 


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For one thing, she had remembered that when the 
Nome King owned it the Magic Belt used to perform 
transformations, and by thinking hard she had finally 
recalled the way in which such transformations had 
been accomplished. Better than this, however,'was 
the discovery that the Magic Belt would grant its 
wearer one wish a day. All she need do was close 
her right eye and wiggle her left toe and then draw 
a long breath and make her wish. Yesterday she had 
wished in secret for a box of caramels, and instantly 
found the box beside her. To-day she had saved her 
daily wish, in case she might need it in an emergency, 
and the time had now come when she must use the 
wish to enable her to escape with her friends from 
the prison in which TJgu had caught them. 

So, without telling anyone what she intended to do 
— for she had only used the wish once and could not 
be certain how powerful the Magic Belt might be — 
Dorothy closed her right eye and wiggled her left big 
toe and drew a long breath and wished with all her 
might. The next moment the room began to revolve 
again, as slowly as before, and by degrees they all slid 
to the side wall and down the wall to the floor — all 
but Scraps, who was so astonished that she still clung 
to the chandelier. When the big hall was in its proper 
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position again and the others stood firmly upon the 
floor of it, they looked far up to the dome and saw the 
Patchwork Girl swinging from the chandelier. 

“Good gracious!” cried Dorothy. “How ever will 
you get down? ” 

“ Won’t the room keep turning?” asked Scraps. 

“ I hope not. I believe it has stopped for good,” said 
Princess Dorothy. 

“ Then stand from under, so you won’t get hurt! ” 
shouted the Patchwork Girl, and as soon as they had 
obeyed this request she let go the chandelier and came 
tumbling down heels over head and twisting and turn¬ 
ing in a very exciting manner. Plump! she fell on the 
tiled floor and they ran to her and rolled her and 
patted her into shape again. 



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the shelves to secure the magic instruments so badly 
needed. Even Cayke neglected to get her diamond- 
studded dishpan because she was watching the Patch- 
work Girl. And now the magician had opened his 
trap door and appeared in his golden cage again, 
frowning angrily because his prisoners had been able 
to turn their upside-down prison right-side-up. 

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“ Which of you has dared defy my magic? ” he 
shouted in a terrible voice. 

“ It was I,” answered Dorothy calmly. 

“ Then I shall destroy you, for you are only an Earth 
girl and no fairy,” he said, and began to mumble some 
magic words. 

Dorothy now realized that Ugu must be treated as 
an enemy, so she advanced toward the corner in which 
he sat, saying as she went: 

“ I am not afraid of you, Mr. Shoemaker, and I think 
you’ll be sorry, pretty soon, that you’re such a bad 
man. You can’t destroy me and I won’t destroy you, 
but I’m going to punish you for your wickedness.” 

Ugu laughed a laugh that was not nice to hear, and 
then he waved his hand. Dorothy was halfway across 
the room when suddenly a wall of glass rose before 
her and stopped her progress. Through the glass she 
could see the magician sneering at her because she was 
a weak little girl, and this provoked her. Although 
the glass wall obliged her to halt she instantly pressed 
both hands to her Magic Belt and cried in a loud voice: 

“ Ugu the Shoemaker, by the magic virtues of the 
Magic Belt, I command you to become a dove! ” 

The magician instantly realized he was being 
enchanted, for he could feel his form changing. He 
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struggled desperately against the enchantment, mum¬ 
bling magic words and making magic passes with his 
hands. And in one way he succeeded in defeating 
Dorothy’s purpose, for while his form soon changed 
to that of a gray dove, the dove was of an enormous 
size — bigger even than Ugu had been as a man — 
and this feat he had been able to accomplish before 
his powers of magic wholly deserted him. 

And the dove was not gentle, as doves usually are, 
for Ugu was terribly enraged at the little girl’s suc¬ 
cess. His books had told him nothing of the Nome 
King’s Magic Belt, the Country of the Nomes being 
outside the Land of Oz. He knew, however, that he 
was likely to be conquered unless he made a fierce 
fight, so he spread his wings and rose in the air and 
flew directly toward Dorothy. The Wall of Glass had 
disappeared the instant Ugu became transformed. 

Dorothy had meant to command the Belt to trans¬ 
form the magician into a Dove of Peace, but in her 
excitement she forgot to say more than “ dove,” and 
now Ugu was not a Dove of Peace by any means, but 
rather a spiteful Dove of War. His size made his 
sharp beak and claws very dangerous, but Dorothy 
was not afraid when he came darting toward her with 
his talons outstretched and his sword-like beak open. 

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She knew the Magic Belt would protect its wearer 
from harm. 

But the Frogman did not know that fact and became 
alarmed at the little girl’s seeming danger. So he 
gave a sudden leap and leaped full upon the back of 
the great dove. 

Then began a desperate struggle. The dove was as 
strong as Ugu had been, and in size it was consider¬ 
ably bigger than the Frogman. But the Frogman had 
eaten the zosozo and it had made him fully as strong 
as Ugu the Dove. At the first leap he bore the dove 
to the floor, but the giant bird got free and began to 
bite and claw the Frogman, beating him down with 
its great wings whenever he attempted to rise. The 
thick, tough skin of the big frog was not easily dam¬ 
aged, but Dorothy feared for her champion and by 
again using the transformation power of the Magic 
Belt she made the dove grow small, until it was no 
larger than a canary bird. 

Ugu had not lost his knowledge of magic when he 
lost his shape as a man, and he now realized it was 
hopeless to oppose the power of the Magic Belt and 
knew that his only hope of escape lay in instant 
action. So he quickly flew into the golden jeweled 
dishpan he had stolen from Cayke the Cookie Cook 
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and, as birds can talk as well as beasts or men in the 
Fairyland of Oz, he muttered the magic word that was 
required and wished himself in the Country of the 
Quadlings — which was as far away from the wicker 
castle as he believed he could get. 

Our friends did not know, of course, what Ugu was 
about to do. They saw the dishpan tremble an instant 
and then disappear, the dove disappearing with it, and 
although they waited expectantly for some minutes 
for the magician’s return, TJgu did not come back 
again. 

“ Seems to me,” said the Wizard in a cheerful voice, 
“ that we have conquered the wicked magician more 
quickly than we expected to.” 

“Don’t say ‘we’ —Dorothy did it!” cried the 
Patchwork Girl, turning three somersaults in suc¬ 
cession and then walking around on her hands. 
“ Hurrah for Dorothy! ” 

“ I thought you said you did not know how to use 
the magic of the Nome King’s Belt,” said the Wizard 
to Dorothy. 

“I didn’t know, at that time,” she replied, “but 
afterward I remembered how the Nome King once 
used the Magic Belt to enchant people and transform 
’em into ornaments and all sorts of things; so I tried 
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some enchantments in secret and after awhile I trans¬ 
formed the Sawhorse into a potato-masher and back 
again, and the Cowardly Lion into a pussycat and 
back again, and then I knew the thing would work 
all right.” 

“When did you perform those enchantments?” 
asked the Wizard, much surprised. 

“ One night when all the rest of you were asleep but 
Scraps, and she had gone chasing moonbeams.” 

“ Well,” remarked the Wizard, “ your discovery has 
certainly saved us a lot of trouble, and we must all 
thank the Frogman, too, for making such a good fight. 
The dove’s shape had -Ugu’s evil disposition inside it, 
and that made the monster bird dangerous.” 

The Frogman was looking sad because the bird’s 
talons had torn his pretty clothes, but he bowed with 
much dignity at this well-deserved praise. Cayke, 
however, had squatted on the floor and was sobbing 
bitterly. 

“ My precious dishpan is gone! ” she wailed. “ Gone, 
.just as I had found it again! ” 

“ Never mind,” said Trot, trying to comfort her* 
“ it’s sure to be somewhere, so we’ll cert’nly run across 
it some day.” 

“Yes, indeed,” added Betsy; “now that we have 
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Ozma’s Magic Picture, we can tell just where the Dove 
went with your dishpan.” 

They all approached the Magic Picture, and Dorothy 
wished it to show the enchanted form of Ugu the Shoe¬ 
maker, wherever it might be. At once there appeared 
in the frame of the Picture a scene in the far Quadling 
Country, where the Dove was perched disconsolately 
on the limb of a tree and the jeweled dishpan lay on 
the ground just underneath the limb. 

“But where is the place —how far or how near?” 
asked Cayke anxiously. 

“ The Book of Becords will tell us that,” answered 
the Wizard. So they looked in the Great Book and 
read the following: 

“Ugu the Magician, being transformed 
into a dove by Princess Dorothy of Oz, 
has used the magic of the golden dish¬ 
pan to carry him instantly to the north¬ 
east comer of the Quadling Country.” 

“That’s all right,” said Dorothy. “Don’t worry, 
Cayke, for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman are 
in that part of the country, looking for Ozma, and 
they’ll surely find your dishpan.” 

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“ Good gracious! ” exclaimed Button-Bright, “ we’ve 
forgot all about Ozma. Let’s find out where the 
magician hid her.” 

Back to the Magic Picture they trooped, but when 
they wished to see Ozma, wherever she might be hid¬ 
den, only a round black spot appeared in the center 
of the canvas. 

“ I don’t see how that can be Ozma! ” said Dorothy, 
much puzzled. 

“ It seems to be the best the Magic Picture can do, 
however,” said the Wizard, no less surprised. “ If 
it’s an enchantment, it looks as if the magician had 
transformed Ozma into a chunk of pitch.” 



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For several min¬ 
utes they all stood 
staring at the 
black spot on the 
canvas of the Magic Picture, wondering what it could 
mean. 

« P’r’aps we’d better ask the little Pink Bear about 
Ozma,” suggested Trot. 

“Pshaw!” said Button-Bright, “he don’t know 
anything.” 

“He never makes a mistake,” declared the King. 

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“ He did once, surely,” said Betsy. “ But perhaps 
he wouldn’t make a mistake again.” 

“He won’t have the chance,” grumbled the Bear 
King. 

“We might hear what he has to say,” said Dorothy. 
“ It won’t do any harm to ask the Pink Bear where 
Ozma is.” 

“ I will not have him questioned,” declared the 
King, in a surly voice. “ I do not intend to allow my 
little Pink Bear to be again insulted by your foolish 
doubts. He never makes a mistake.” 

“Didn’t he say Ozma was in that hole in the 
ground?” asked Betsy. 

“He did; and I am certain she was there,” replied 
the Lavender Bear. 

Scraps laughed jeeringly and the others saw there 
was no use arguing with the stubborn Bear King, who 
seemed to have absolute faith in his Pink Bear. The 
Wizard, who knew that magical things can usually be 
depended upon, and that the little Pink Bear was able 
to answer questions by some remarkable power of 
magic, thought it wise to apologize to the Lavender 
Bear for the unbelief of his friends, at the same time 
urging the King to consent to question the Pink Bear 
once more. Cayke and the Frogman also pleaded with 
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the big Bear, who filially agreed, although rather 
ungraciously, to put the little Bear’s wisdom to the 
test once more. So he sat the little one on his knee 
and turned the crank and the Wizard himself asked 
the questions in a very respectful tone of voice. 

“ Where is Ozma? ” was his first query. 

“ Here, in this room,” answered the little Pink Bear. 

They all looked around the room, but of course did 
not see her. 

“In what part of this room is she?” was the 
Wizard’s next question. 

“In Button-Bright’s pocket,” said the little Pink 
Bear. 

This reply amazed them all, you may be sure, and 
although the three girls smiled and Scraps yelled: 
“ Hoo-ray! ” in derision, the Wizard seemed to 
consider the matter with grave thoughtfulness. 

“ In which one of Button-Bright’s pockets is 
Ozma?” he presently inquired. 

“ In the lefthand jacket-pocket,” said the little Pink 
Bear. 

“ The pink one has gone crazy! ” exclaimed Button- 
Bright, staring hard at the little bear on the big bear’s 
knee. 

“I am not so sure of that,” declared the Wizard. 

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“ If Ozma proves to be really in your pocket, then the 
little Pink Bear spoke truly when he said Ozma was 
in that hole in the ground. For at that time you were 
also in the hole, and after we had pulled you out of it 
the little Pink Bear said Ozma was not in the hole.” 

“He never makes a mistake,” asserted the Bear 
King, stoutly. 

“Empty that pocket, Button-Bright, and let’s see 
what’s in it,” requested Dorothy. 

So Button-Bright laid the contents of his left jacket- 
pocket on the table. These proved to be a peg-top, a 
bunch of string, a small rubber ball and a golden 
peach-pit. 

“What’s this?” asked the Wizard, picking up the 
peach-pit and examining it closely. 

“ Oh,” said the boy, “ I saved that to show to the 
girls, and then forgot all about it. It came out of a 
lonesome peach that I found in the orchard back yon¬ 
der, and which I ate while I was lost. It looks like 
gold, and I never saw a peach-pit like it before.” 

“ Nor I,” said the Wizard, “ and that makes it seem 
suspicious.” 

All heads were bent over the golden peach-pit. The 
Wizard turned it over several times and then took out 
his pocket-knife and pried the pit open. 

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As the two halves fell apart a pink, cloud-like haze 
came pouring from the golden peach-pit, almost filling 
the big room, and from the haze a form took shape and 
settled beside them. Then, as the haze faded away, a 
sweet voice said: “ Thank you, my friends! ” and there 
before them stood their lovely girl Ruler, Ozma of Oz. 

With a cry of delight Dorothy rushed forward and 
embraced her. Scraps turned gleeful flip-flops all 
around the room. Button-Bright gave a low whistle 
of astonishment. The Frogman took off his tall hat 
and bowed low before the beautiful girl who had been 
freed from her enchantment in so startling a manner. 

For a time no sound was heard beyond the low mur¬ 
mur of delight that came from the amazed group, but 
presently the growl of the big Lavender Bear grew 
louder and he said in a tone of triumph: 

“ He never makes a mistake! ” 



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Ms tail, “but I’ve found my growl at last! I am 
positive, now, that it was the cruel magician who 


stole it.” 

“ Let’s hear your growl,” requested the Lion. 

“ Gr-r-r-r-r-r! ” said To to. 

“ That is fine,” declared the big beast. “ It isn’t as 
loud or as deep as the growl of the big Lavender Bear, 
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but it is a very respectable growl for a small dog. 
Where did you find it, Toto? ” 

“ I was smelling in the corner, yonder,” said Toto, 
“when suddenly a mouse ran out — and I growled!” 

The others were all busy congratulating Ozma, who 
was very happy at being released from the confine¬ 
ment of the golden peach-pit, where the magician had 
placed her with the notion that she never could be 
found or liberated. 

“ And only to think,” cried Dorothy, “ that Button- 
Bright has been carrying you in his pocket all this 
time, and we never knew it! ” 

“ The little Pink Bear told you,” said the Bear King, 
“ but you wouldn’t believe him.” 

“Never mind, my dears,” said Ozma graciously; 
“all is well that ends well, and you couldn’t be 
expected to know I was inside the peach-pit. Indeed, 
I feared I would remain a captive much longer than 
I did, for Ugu is a bold and clever magician and he 
had hidden me very securely.” 

“You were in a fine peach,” said Button-Bright; 
“ the best I ever ate.” 

“The magician was foolish to make the peach so 
tempting,” remarked the Wizard; “but Ozma would 
lend beauty to any transformation.” 

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“How did you manage to conquer Ugu the 
Shoemaker?” inquired the girl Ruler of Oz. 

Dorothy started to tell the story and Trot helped 
her, and Button-Bright wanted to relate it in his own 
way, and the Wizard tried to make it clear to Ozma, 
and Betsy had to remind them of important things 
they left out, and all together there was such a chatter 
that it was a wonder that Ozma understood any of it. 
But she listened patiently, with a smile on her lovely 
face at their eagerness, and presently had gleaned all 
the details of their adventures. 

Ozma thanked the Frogman very earnestly for his 
assistance and she advised Oayke the Cookie Cook 
to dry her weeping eyes, for she promised to take 
her to the Emerald City and see that her cherished 
dishpan was restored to her. Then the beautiful Ruler 
took a chain of emeralds from around her own neck 
and placed it around the neck of the little Pink Bear. 

“ Your wise answers to the questions of my friends,” 
said she, “ helped them to rescue me. Therefore I am 
deeply grateful to you and to your noble King.” 

The bead eyes of the little Pink Bear stared unre¬ 
sponsive to this praise until the Big Lavender Bear 
turned the crank in its side, when it said in its squeaky 
voice: 


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“I thank Your Majesty.” 

“ For my part,” returned the Bear King, “ I realize 
that you were well worth saving, Miss Ozma, and so 
I am much pleased that we could be of service to you. 
By means of my Magic Wand I have been creating 
exact images of your Emerald City and your Royal 
Palace, and I must confess that they are more attract¬ 
ive than any places I have ever seen — not excepting 
Bear Center.” 

“I would like to entertain you in my palace,” 
returned Ozma, sweetly, “ and you are welcome to 
return with me and to make me a long visit, if your 
bear subjects can spare you from your own kingdom.” 

“ As for that,” answered the King, “ my kingdom 
causes me little worry, and I often find it somewhat 
tame and uninteresting. Therefore I am in no hurry 
to return to it and will be glad to accept your kind 
invitation. Corporal Waddle may be trusted to care 
for my bears in my absence.” 

“And you’ll bring the little Pink Bear 1 ?” asked 
Dorothy eagerly. 

“ Of course, my dear; I would not willingly part 
with him.” 

They remained in the wicker castle for three days, 
carefully packing all the magical things that had 
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been stolen by Ugu and also taking whatever in the 
way of magic the shoemaker had inherited from his 
ancestors. 

“ For,” said Ozma, “ I have forbidden any of my 
subjects except Glinda the Good and the Wizard 
of Oz to practice magical arts, because they cannot 
be trusted to do good and not harm. Therefore Ugu 
must never again be permitted to work magic of 
any sort.” 

“Well,” remarked Dorothy cheerfully, “a dove 
can’t do much in the way of magic, anyhow, and I’m 
going to keep Ugu in the form of a dove until he 
reforms and becomes a good and honest shoemaker.” 

When everything was packed and loaded on the 
backs of the animals, they set out for the river, taking 
a more direct route than that by which Cayke and 
the Frogman had come. In this way they avoided 
the Cities of Thi and Herku and Bear Center and 
after a pleasant journey reached the Winkie River 
and found a jolly ferryman who had a fine big boat 
and was willing to carry the entire party by water 
to a place quite near to the Emerald City. 

The river had many windings and many branches, 
and the journey did not end in a day, but finally the 
boat floated into a pretty lake which was but a short 
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distance from Ozma’s home. Here the jolly ferryman 
was rewarded for his labors and then the entire party 
set out in a grand procession to march to the Emerald 
City. 

News that the Royal Ozma had been found spread 
quickly throughout the neighborhood and both sides 
of the road soon became lined with loyal subjects 
of the beautiful and beloved Ruler. Therefore Ozma’s 
ears heard little but cheers and her eyes beheld little 
else than waving handkerchiefs and banners during 
all the triumphal march from the lake to the city’s 
gates. 

And there she met a still greater concourse, for all 
the inhabitants of the Emerald City turned out to 
welcome her return and several bands played gay 
music and all the houses were decorated with flags 
and bunting and never before were the people so 
joyous and happy as at this moment when they wel¬ 
comed home their girl Ruler. For she had been lost 
and was now found again, and surely that was cause 
for rejoicing. 

Glinda was at the royal palace to meet the returning 
party and the good Sorceress was indeed glad to have 
her Great Book of Records returned to her, as well 
as all the precious collection of magic instruments 
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and elixirs and chemicals that had been stolen from 
her castle. Cap’n Bill and the Wizard at once hung 
the Magic Picture upon the wall of Ozma’s boudoir 
and the Wizard was so light-hearted that he did 
several tricks with the tools in his black bag to amuse 
his companions and prove that once again he was a 
powerful wizard. 

For a whole week there was feasting and merriment 
and all sorts of joyous festivities at the palace, in 
honor of Ozma’s safe return. The Lavender Bear and 
the little Pink Bear received much attention and were 
honored by all, much to the Bear King’s satisfaction. 
The Frogman speedily became a favorite at the 
Emerald City and the Shaggy Man and Tik-Tok and 
Jack Pumpkinhead, who had now returned from their 
search, were very polite to the big frog and made him 
feel quite at home. Even the Cookie Cook, because 
she was a stranger and Ozma’s guest, was shown as 
much deference as if she had been a queen. 

“ All the same, Your Majesty,” said Cayke to Ozma, 
day after day, with tiresome repetition, “ I hope you 
will soon find my jeweled dishpan, for never can I 
be quite happy without it.” 


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its tree in the far Quadling Country and moped, 
chirping dismally and brooding over its misfortunes. 
After a time the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman 
came along and sat beneath the tree, paying no heed 
to the mutterings of the gray dove. 

The Tin Woodman took a small oilcan from his 
tin pocket and carefully oiled his tin joints with it. 

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While he was thus engaged the Scarecrow remarked: 

“ I feel much better, dear comrade, since we found 
that heap of nice clean straw and you stuffed me 
anew with it.” 

“And I feel much better now that my joints are 
oiled,” returned the Tin Woodman, with a sigh of 
pleasure. “ You and I, friend Scarecrow, are much 
more easily cared for than those clumsy meat people, 
who spend half their time dressing in fine clothes 
and who must live in splendid dwellings in order to 
be contented and happy. You and I do not eat, and 
so we are spared the dreadful bother of getting three 
meals a day. Nor do we waste half our lives in sleep, 
a condition that causes the meat people to lose all 
consciousness and become as thoughtless and helpless 
as logs of wood.” 

“ You speak truly,” responded the Scarecrow, tuck¬ 
ing some wisps of straw into his breast with his 
padded fingers. “I often feel sorry for the meat 
people, many of whom are my friends. Even the 
beasts are happier than they, for they require less 
to make them content. And the birds are the luckiest 
creatures of all, for they can fly swiftly where they 
will and find a home at any place they care to perch; 
their food consists of seeds and grains they gather 
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from the fields and their drink is a sip of water from 
some running brook. If I could not be a Scarecrow — 
or a Tin Woodman — my next choice would be to live 
as a bird does.” 

The gray dove bad listened carefully to this speech 
and seemed to find comfort in it, for it bushed its 
moaning. And just then the Tin Woodman discovered 
Cayke’s disbpan, which was on the ground quite near 
to him. 

“Here is a rather pretty utensil,” he said, taking 
it in his tin hands to examine it, “but I would not 
care to own it. Whoever fashioned it of gold and 
covered it with diamonds did not add to its usefulness, 
nor do I consider it as beautiful as the bright dishpans 
of tin one usually sees. No yellow color is ever so 
handsome as the silver sheen of tin,” and he turned 
to look at his tin legs and body with approval. 

“ I cannot quite agree with you there,” replied the 
Scarecrow. “My straw stuffing has a light yellow 
color, and it is not only pretty to look at but it crunkles 
most delightfully when I move.” 

“Let us admit that all colors are good in their 
proper places,” said the Tin Woodman, who was too 
kind-hearted to quarrel; “but you must agree with 
me that a dishpan that is yellow is unnatural. What 
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shall we do with this one, which we have just found? ” 

“Let us carry it back to the Emerald City,” sug¬ 
gested the Scarecrow. “ Some of our friends might 
like to have it for a foot-bath, and in using it that 
way its golden color and sparkling ornaments would 
not injure its usefulness.” 

So they went away and took the jeweled dishpan 
with them. And, after wandering through the country 
for a day or so longer, they learned the news that 
Ozma had been found. Therefore they straightway 
returned to the Emerald City and presented the dish- 
pan to Princess Ozma as a token of their joy that 
she had been restored to them. 

Ozma promptly gave the diamond-studded gold dish- 
pan to Cayke the Cookie Cook, who was so delighted 
at regaining her lost treasure that she danced up 
and down in glee and then threw her skinny arms 
around Ozma’s neck and kissed her gratefully. 
Cavke’s mission was now successfully accomplished, 
but she was having such a good time at the Emerald 
City that she seemed in no hurry to go back to the 
Country of the Yips. 

It was several weeks after the dishpan had been 
restored to the Cookie Cook when one day, as Dorothy 
was seated in the royal gardens with Trot and Betsy 
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